On jerky feet the girl advanced to Nita's now deserted vanity dresser.

He seated himself on the silken chair of the vanity dresser, leaned back against the vanity dresser itself, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Consider me a slow-witted newsman who's got to know what it's all about."

A little too pretty, a little too aggressively feminine, with its chaise longue heaped with silk and lace pillows, its superfluity of big and little lamps, its bed draped with golden-yellow taffeta, its dressing table-- But he could not let critical eyes linger on the triple-mirrored vanity dresser.