“But I shall. This man, Arabian, isn’t known.”
“How can we tell that?”
“Do you know a living creature he knows or who knows him?”
“Everyone has acquaintances. Everyone almost has friends. He must certainly have both.”
“God knows who or where they are.”
“You cannot exhibit it,” she repeated obstinately.
“I hate art in kid gloves. But this is too merciless. It is more. It is a libel.”
“That’s just where you’re wrong.”
“No.”
“Beryl, my girl, you are lying. That’s no use with me.”