This wasn't the chattiest gathering that she had ever been at, Susan thought, but for once she simply couldn't think of a single thing to say. What she wanted to say, Why are you following us? What do you want, What's your game? would hardly have added to the chattiness.
And then fortunately Midge found her tongue. "How is the young man?" she asked politely.
"Young man? What young man?" said the spy, raising very slightly her beautiful eyebrows.
From WHERE IS SUSAN?, Chapter 6, Move and Counter-Move.
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