time?"

"You ought to know," says he.

"For why?" says I.

"Oh, fudge!" says he. "I suppose you didn't put me up to that silly
business of changing neckties!"

"Chinked it, did you?" says I. "But how?"

"If you must know," says he, "I forgot to change back on my way home,
and Marjorie's still furious. She simply won't let me explain, refuses
to listen to a word. So what can I do?"

"A cinch!" says I. "You got a pair of livin' dictaphones in the house,
ain't you? Work it off on Peggy and Jane as a secret, and you'll have
your defense on record inside of half an hour. Cheer up, Ferdy.
Ishkabibble!"