“Well, I’m going to tell you about one of the dirtiest pieces of work imaginable. My God! the theatrical crowd. There’s a girl⁠—a Yankee girl⁠—a perfect stunner⁠—”

Bundle’s heart sank. The grievances of Bill’s lady friends were always interminable⁠—they went on and on and there was no stemming them.

“This girl, Babe St. Maur her name is⁠—”

“I wonder how she got that name?” said Bundle sarcastically.

Bill replied literally.

“She got it out of Who’s Who . Opened it and jabbed her finger down on a page without looking. Pretty nifty, eh? Her real name’s Goldschmidt or Abrameier⁠—something quite impossible.”

“Oh, quite,” agreed Bundle.