"Because we want to get home, and one of your lackeys refused to unlock the gates—that's why we waded the river."
"Would you please let me talk to the gentleman who called me, please," said the General, as he boiled.
"Sure," as she turned to the Lieutenant. "He wants to talk to you," as she handed him the receiver with mock dignity.
"Get those women's addresses and names, and let them go, and don't you call me again, as he slammed the receiver up.
"Well, what did he tell you?" asked Evelyn, with contempt.
"He asked me to get your names and addresses, and let you go home."
"Ask Hell—he told you to, you mean—well, my name is Evelyn and I haven't got a last name, as far as you are concerned, and I live at the San Antonio Apartments," said Evelyn.
"My name is Pearl Jones, and I live at the Hussman."
"Hussman," repeated the Lieutenant.
"Yeah, Hussman—and no smart cracks—from you, either—and don't get the idea that you can use the addresses for your own convenience when you have a day off."