ank had the case in Emergency. We came home--came
here--and then Frank was bothered. He went back and examined the man and
came out and said he had two hearts."

"That was all he said?"

"Nothing else."

John Dennis looked around. Then, when Rhoda stirred and passed a hand
quickly through her hair, he brought his eyes back to bear on hers.
Rhoda lowered her hand.

"Does Frank Corson live here?"

"No. This is my home. Frank lives in the Village."

"What Village?"

"Greenwich Village. It's a part of New York. Are you a stranger?"

John Dennis did not answer. "Why doesn't he live here with you?"

"Why--why, we're not married. We are only engaged."

"That means you will get married later?"

"I hope to."

"Does he hope to?"

"Yes--I'm sure he does."

"Then he will live here with you?"

"I don't know. We may find another place."

"What's wrong with this one?"

"Why, nothing--nothing at all--"

Such strange questions, Rhoda thought. Why was he asking them? No doubt
he had a reason. It somehow did not occur to her to wonder why she was
answering. Her own thoughts on the matter did not seem important.

"He lives here with you sometimes, doesn't he?"

"He stays over once in a while."

"Why doesn't he stay over all the time?"

"Because we're not married."

"What do you do when he stays over?"

"We--talk."

"Is that all?"

"We make love."

"How do you do that?"

Rhoda hesitated for the first time. "We--haven't you ever made love?"

His words came a little sharper. "How do you make love?"

"We lie in each other's arms. We show affection for each other."

"You lie in the same bed together?"

"Yes. Of course."

"If you were married, what would you do?"

"I said--we would live together."

"Would you make love?"

"Yes."

"Would you lie in the same bed together?"

"Yes."

"Is there anything you would do if you were married that you don't do
now?"

"Of course. We would live together. We would be man and wife. It would
be--well, legal."

"It is not legal to make love and lie in the same bed together now?"

"No--well, yes--you see--"

He was joking, of course. Rhoda was sure of this. She wanted to explain
it all to him but he suddenly lost interest.

"Frank Corson knew nothing else about William Matson?"

"The man with two hearts?"

"Only that?"

"It was all he told me."

"I think he knows more. I want you to ask him. Then I will come and ask
you."

"I'll ask him if he k