But Jimmy here,
doesn't even think he thinks so. He knows better."
"They're the limit, aren't they?" said John in rueful appeal to his
guest. "They not only know what you think, but what you think you think!
It's a marvelous thing--feminine intuition."
"'Intuition,' nothing!" said Violet. Then she rounded on Jimmy.
"How much have you found out about her--this girl with the 'astonishing
resemblance'?"
"Not very much," Jimmy confessed. "According to the program, her name is
Doris Dane. I did ask Block about her. He's one of the owners of the
piece. But he couldn't tell me very much. She's from out of town, he
thinks, and he said something about her being a dressmaker. She did some
work for them on the costumes. And she started in with this show as a
chorus-girl. But Galbraith, the director, got interested in her, and put
her into the sextette."
"Well, there we are," said John Williamson. "That settles it. Rose never
was a dressmaker, that's a cinch."
Even Violet seemed a little shaken, and Jimmy was just beginning to
congratulate himself on the skill with which he had modified what Block
had told him about the costumes, when Violet began on him again.
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