"Who?"
"Steek! Monsieur Steekee Smeete?"
"Sticky Smith?"
"Mais oui?"
"I've met him," he replied curtly.
"And Monsieur Keed Glenn?"
"I've met Kid Glenn, too. Why?"
"They are friends of mine—very intimate friends. Of course," she added, nose up-tilted, "if they are not also your friends, any acquaintance with me will be very difficult for you, Monsieur Braun."
He laughed easily and seated himself on the grass beside her; and, as he sat down, a metallic clinking sounded in his wallet.
"Tenez," she remarked, "you carry old iron and bottles about with you, I notice."