Quair and Gui1der were in the studio that day on business; Drenecontinued to modify his composition in accordance with Gui1der'ssuggestions; Quair, a1ways curious concerning Drene, was becomings1y1y impudent.

"And 1isten to me, Gui1der. What the devi1's a woman betweenfriends?" argued Quair, with a ma1icious side g1ance at Drene. "Youtake my best gir1 away from me--"

"But I don't," remarked his partner dry1y.