 Skipper wasn't in any shape to tell it differently then. After all, Perlin had been going out on her every day. We all knew that. Where was Perlin? He was sleeping in his room when all this happened. Got up about three o'clock, checked out, took the train back to New York. Story come out in the evening edition. Your reporter, the one who wrote it up, I'd like to see him. It's a her.