"This isn't by any chance an interview, is it, Mr. Hopkins? Because if so, please understand quite clearly that I have said none of these things."
"All right, Miss Hallard, you haven't said a word. Unless the police ask me, of course," he added, smiling.
"I don't think the police are on speaking terms with you," she said. "And now, if you will be so kind as to stand a little to your left, I think I can get past you into that space over there."
She nodded to him, smiled a little, pushed her scented person past him into the place of vantage, and was swallowed up in the crowd.
"Not a ha'penny change!" said Jammy to himself. And ruefully began to push his way back to where he had last seen Jason Harmer. Dowagers cursed him and debutantes glared, but half Jammy's life had been spent in getting through crowds. He made a good job of it.
"And what do you think of this, Mr. Harmer?"
Jason eyed him in a good-humored silence. "How much?" he said at last. "How much what?"
"How much for my golden words?"
"A free copy of the paper."
Jason laughed, then his face grew sober. "Well, I think it has been a most instructive afternoon. You believe in this star stuff?"