If you don't know what it is, don't be ashamed to say so." "Well, then, I don't." "In that case you'd better read the papers and find out," she said, a little illogically.

And then: "Are you fond of murders?
I am, awfully." "What a shocking little ghoul you must be!" I exclaimed.
She stuck out her chin at me.

"I'll trouble you," she said, "to be a little more respectful in your language.

Do you realise that I am old enough to be your mother ?" "Impossible!" I ejaculated.
"Fact," said Miss Oman.
"Well, anyhow," said I, "age is not the only qualification.

And, besides, you are too late for the billet.