_Mrs. U._—: Isn’t it nice? I’m crazy about it. He is a curio dealer, the owner of the apartment. Here is the dish closet. Here is the kitchen. Look and see the bedroom. I haven’t got my bed linen yet. Sit down and I’ll talk to you. Oh, I’ve got to get rid of this hat; my head aches. _Mr. L_—: Oh, what a nice lamp. _Mrs. U_—: Isn’t it lovely? See, you can turn the lights on here. Look, this is the telephone downstairs. There’s one thing; they are very strict here. You have to be careful. Sit down there. (_Pause of a minute._) _Mrs. U_—: I can’t swallow a pill to save my life. Now, I’ll tell you what I have to say. Do you know I like that picture? I think it must have been a calendar. You know he said he would buy me anything I wanted. He is some kid, that boy. This is just like the headache I had two weeks ago. I had such a headache. All day Sunday I was in bed and I couldn’t get any relief. It’s just the same old way all along. It is so trying. Now, I want to hear all about your trip. I am terribly interested. Tell me all about it. _Mr. L_—: Now, tell me exactly what you told him. _Mrs. U_—: Sit down. Here’s what I told him. _Mr. L_—: What’s his name and all about him? _Mrs. U_—: Well, the first time I met him he told me all about the story of his life. Then, some time after that I met him again. “Hey, kid,” he said, “you know a lot of people in Wall Street; take me down there and introduce me to some of them.” I said: “I have a friend who is very well connected.” Well, I saw him again and I told him that I had met you, and that you were right close to the Government and were in touch with the Government offices and you got inside news. Of course, I didn’t tell him that you were in the Secret Service of the Government. You don’t want me to tell him that, do you? _Mr. L_—: No, not at all. I’ll decide what I want to tell him. _Mrs. U_—: Do you think he could be a spy? _Mr. L_—: Yes, he could be. He acts just like one. He acts like a perfect damn fool. _Mrs. U_—: Well, how do they act? _Mr. L_—: They act just this way. That’s their game. _Mrs. U_—: Oh, I get so excited about your work. _Mr. L_—: Yes; you know, if you were to catch a spy like that, it would be worth $5,000 to you. _Mrs. U_—: $5000! Would it really? Who would pay that? _Mr. L_—: The Government. _Mrs. U_—: Oh, it’s so exciting! You must think me silly, but I can’t help getting all excited about this Secret Service work! And you’re the head of it, too, aren’t you? _Mr. L_—: I am not the head of it all. I am only the head of certain branches. You know there are different branches. _Mrs. U_—: Which are you in? _Mr. L_—: In the Treasury Department. _Mrs. U_—: In the Treasury Department?