““I like your coat," she announced, as if her approval of my dress were the supreme prize in a good-taste contest. "Does that mean I get to see Jill?" She considered this. "Perhaps it does," she said. "Just what are your intentions concerning my roommate?" "I'm going to kidnap her and hold her for ransom." "Really?" she said, appearing delighted. "How splendid." "Or else I'll put her in a cage and show her for money, but I think you'd be more suitable for that role." She nodded. "Yes. The kidnapping is a much better idea." She stood straight and walked with exaggerated grace into the living room. There was a very nice wooden stairway, curving back on itself with a stained-glass window at the landing. She called, "Jill! Your kidnapper is here," and gave me a big smile. "Aren't you going to come in?" she said. "Only if you want me to. We kidnappers are very polite." "Oh do, by all means.””
