I could see that I'd made some kind of a break but I couldn't figure out just what it was. "Anyway," says I, "he didn't get there. He got to Worcester instead. Course, though, you don't have to believe all you hear at a club."
"If only one could," says Betty.
And it wasn't until after dinner that I got a slant on this remark of hers.
"Torchy," says she, "where is Mr. Wells?"
"Why," says I, "I saw him drift out on the terrace a minute ago."
"Alone?" says she.
"Then take me out to him, will you?" she asks.
"Sure thing," says I.
And she puts it up to him straight when we get him cornered. "Was that the real reason why you were in Worcester?" she demands.