She said: "I wouldn't know. But if it was fearfully important it might impress itself on me, mightn't it?"
Callaghan said brusquely: "Look at me."
She looked at him. She began to smile, even if the smile was something like a drunken smile. He liked the way her lips parted over white teeth. He was still undecided whether her eyes were amethyst or violet.
"Well, I hope this will impress itself on you," he went on. "The position is this: Last night I met a young woman by the name of Varette. Have you ever heard of her?"
She asked: "What's her first name or hasn't she got one?"
He said: "Of course she has a first name. Her first name is Doria— Doria Varette. Does that mean anything to you?"
"Nothing could mean less," she said. "And incidentally, I take a very poor view of a woman with a
