“You decided to tell me.” I flipped a hand. “Suit yourself. Whoever you tell, what good will that do?”
“Why — then he can’t do anything to me.”
“Why not?”
“Because he wouldn’t dare. Nero Wolfe will tell him that I’ve told about him, so that if anything happened to me he would know it was him, and he’d know who he is — I mean Nero Wolfe would know — and so would you.”
“We would if we had his name and address.” I was studying her. “He must be quite a specimen, to scare you that bad. And speaking of names, what’s yours?”
She made a little noise that could have been meant for a laugh. “Do you like Marjorie?”
“So-so.”
“I used Evelyn Carter in Paris once. Do you like that?”
“Not bad. What are you using now?”
She hesitated, frowning.