"And where a girl's feller is concerned, you can't believe her any of the time. Sam, can't you understand a girl will lie just for the fun of it, if she hasn't any other reason. It's female nature to act that way. You've got to take it into consideration and make allowances accordingly, when dealing with a woman. You can't trust 'em, damn 'em, one li'l short inch."
Sam grinned at Felix. "Ain't he got a pleasant nature."
"Milk of human kindness has curdled in him complete," declared Felix.
"Never you mind about any milk of human kindness. I ain't got a smidgin of it with a girl like Hazel Walton, the lying hussy."
"Do you know, Arthur," said Sam solemnly, "I don't believe you like that lady."
"I don't," admitted the district attorney, and wondered why both men laughed.
"Be a Scotchman," advised Sam Larder, "and give her the benefit of the doubt."
"I'd like to give her a good swift week or two in jail," snarled the district attorney. "That would bring her to her senses. That would make her talk."
"Well, you can't do it," said Felix, weary of the argument. "So why waste your breath?"
"Tell you what I can do," said the district attorney, brightening with hope. "I can go out to Walton's and question her some more."