“Indeed she could so far as I am concerned Mrs. Edgerton I have never had a word to tell to your husband that you might not of listened in on.”
So she thinks again and says, “It is a shame that there should be two dinners and one should wait and get cold,” she says.
“Yes ma’am,” I says. “I can see that is a waste.”
But her next one floors me. “Will you come to dine at my home Miss Riggs?” she says real sweet.
So then I have to think in a hurry. “What is that Mrs. Edgerton?” I says. “Are you expecting to make a boob out of me?”
“You have political information to give my husband,” she says, “and when a woman’s husband is in political life it is the custom for her to give dinner-parties to help his career. I invite you to dine with us.”
And so I gives a gulp like I had another pickle in my throat and I says, “Very well ma’am I will come.”
“And when?” says she. “The sooner the better will you come tomorrow evening?”
“I have no other date,” I says.
So she stoops down and picks up her muff and in it she has got not a pistol but a vanity case. Her fingers is trembling so that she can hardly open it but she does and there is a gold pencil and a little note-book and she puts it against the wall and writes the address 2349 Alexander Hamilton Place Thursday at 7.30 and she hands it to me. “There it is and I hope you will not disappoint us.”