“She threw somethin’ inter ’em.”
“She?”
“Yes.”
“Who?”
“The woman.”
“What woman?”
“The veiled woman—the one that has made all the trouble fer Merry! Oh, this is jest awful!”
“What are you talking about?” demanded Havener, impatiently. “There is no veiled woman here! Have you lost your senses?”
Then, realizing that they were doing nothing to prevent her from making her escape, Gallup sat up and howled:
“She was here! I saw her comin’ aout of a dressin’ room. Oh, dear! Yow! I tried to ketch her! Oh, my eyes! She flung somethin’ inter my face an’ put both my eyes out!”