“—and Lanerd walked in? That what’s in your mind?”
“It — is — not!”
“Lanerd’s been playing kneesie with her?”
She flapped the handkerchief derisively. “Mister Lanerd doesn’t keep me informed about such things. She might, as you so daintily put it, have been trying to get him to — play kneesie with her. He’s very attractive—”
“Can imagine.”
“He’s so naive about women. They take advantage of him!” The fiercely defensive way she said it, it didn’t sound silly.
“Maybe he had a notion this bodyguard was taking his duties too literally?”
“Mister Lanerd wouldn’t ever be jealous. He hates that sort of thing. That’s why he was so angry when Mrs. Lanerd—” She put the handkerchief to her mouth as if she’d said more than she meant to.
I thought she’d intended to let the innocent remark slip out.
“Mrs. Lanerd was disturbed about her husband’s relations with the skating star?”