“But you yourself suggested going with her, you say?”
“Yes,” I replied, “I did.”
“Pretty?”
“Very much so.”
“And you were struck with her, eh?” he laughed, for he was a prosaic married man with a couple of children.
“Just a trifle,” I admitted.
“Well,” he said, “the girl possibly saw that you were gone on her, so she had a lark with you. You paid her cab home, and she had no objection.”
“But her story was so plausible.”
“Every woman can be plausible when she pleases,” he said. “But are you sure she asked for me?”
“Quite certain. She first inquired for you, telling me that you were an old friend.”