"Isn't that what—what you're called?"
"Certainly not."
An inspiration struck Pat. "We heard that you'd married Dad."
The hostess replaced her glasses, seated herself, and began to ink in a sketch. "Did you?"
"Is it true?"
"No. We are not married."
No good, that line. A chilling thought followed. "He isn't likely to be coming here, is he?"
"Why? Are you afraid of being caught?"
"I can't think of anything more poisonous."
"Don't be alarmed. He couldn't get in if he did come."