"Would you have a Ben Hur, 1860, Third Edition, the one with the duplicated line on page 116?" She pushed her yellow law book to one side and reached a fat volume up on the desk, leafed it through, found her page, and studied it. "Nobody would," she said without looking up. "There isn’t one." "Right." "What in the world are you driving at?" "The girl in Geiger’s store didn’t know that." She looked up. "I see. You interest me. Rather vaguely."
