CHAPTER X—PETER THE MAGNIFICENT
IF she strikes you as a girl you'd like to kiss, I should say, as a general principle—well, kiss her.”
Thus Hy Lowe, musingly, seated on the decrepit flat-top desk between the two windows of the studio, swinging his legs.
Peter Ericson Mann met this observation with contempt. “Right off, I suppose! First time you meet her—just like that!”
The expert waved his cigarette. “Sure. Kiss her.”
“She murmurs her thanks, doubtless.”
“Not at all. She hates you. Won't ever speak to you again.”
“Oh, really!” Peter was caustic.