He glanced around him and then arranged his necktie in the glass above the mantel with a nervous laugh.
“OH, THAT! I fixed that up, and got the money for it in New York to pay our passage with. It's all right, you know.”
CHAPTER II.
The girl stood looking at the ingenious forger with an odd, breathless smile. It was difficult to determine, however, if gratified curiosity were not its most dominant expression.
“And you've got a wife—and THAT'S her?” she resumed.
“Yes.”
“Where did you first meet her? Who is she?”
“She's an actress—mighty popular in 'Frisco—I mean New York. Lot o' chaps tried to get her—I cut 'em out. For all dad's trying to keep me at Dawson's—I ain't such a fool, eh?”
Nevertheless, as he stood there stroking his fair mustache, his astuteness did not seem to impress his sister to enthusiastic assent. Yet she did not relax her breathless, inquisitive smile as she went on:—