Mr. Rivett sat buried in meditation for fully five minutes; at the end of that period he turned his glasses on her.
"I want to gossip with you," he said abruptly.
"'I want to gossip with you,' he said abruptly."
She began to laugh again.
"How did you discover that I am such a dreadful gossip? Begin at once, please. I adore picking to pieces my absent acquaintances."
"Yes—tearing 'em to tatters, the way you demolished Mr. Edgerton just now," he said grimly. "Well, I'll begin the scandal bee. Where did you know Mr. Inwood?"
"In Keno, Nevada," she said coolly, wondering what was impending.
"Know him long?"
"One winter."