"What odds?" George muttered. "She's still young."
He felt self-conscious and warm. Was Wandel trying to make him say too much?
"Why do you ask me?"
Wandel yawned.
"Gossiping, George. Poking about in the dark. Thought you might have some light."
"How should I have?" George demanded.
"Because," Wandel drawled, "you're the greatest and most penetrating of men."
George's discomfort grew. He tried to turn Wandel's attack.
"How does it happen you've never entered the ring?"
Wandel laughed quietly.