But I don't like it." By the time he had struck another attitude, lit another cigar, and gulped down another tumbler of whiskey-and-soda, philosophic calm gave way to philosophic doubt.

"I don't know who has the management of these things, but what I want to know is--why do they make women like that?
Is it justice?
Is it even common decency?
What do you think ?" Stanistreet moved impatiently.

"I don't think.

I've no opinion on the subject.

And I never interfere between a man and his Maker--it's bad form.