"You may have noticed that I have been fussy about my clothing of late, Mullett?"
"Oh, no, sir."
"Well, I have been, and that was the reason. She lives on East Seventy-Ninth Street, Mullett. I saw her first lunching at the Plaza with a woman who looked like Catherine of Russia. Her mother, no doubt."
"Very possibly, sir."
"I followed her home. I don't know why I'm telling you this, Mullett."
"No, sir."
"Since then I have haunted the side-walk outside her house. Do you know East Seventy-Ninth Street?"
"Never been there, sir."
"Well, fortunately it is not a very frequented thoroughfare, or I should have been arrested for loitering. Until to-day I have never spoken to her, Mullett."
"But you did to-day, sir?"