“Zizi, behave! Stop your foolishness!”
The girl was dancing up and down the room like a veritable witch-elf. She flung her long, thin arms about, and was really excited, her brain teeming with the sudden revelation that had come to her.
“Do you remember the Macbeth witches?” she demanded, pausing before him, poised on one foot, and looking like a Sibyl herself.
“Of course I do! Double, double, toil and trouble; fire burn and cauldron bubble!”
“That’s it—that’s the answer! Oh, Penny Wise, it’s as plain as day—as Day! I see it all—all—all!”
“Might I inquire what enlightened you?”
“The radium watch! The luminous face! Oh, I’m onto the watch! I’m on the watch!”
“Zizi, you are crazy. I refuse to talk to you as long as you act so foolishly. Will you be quiet and tell me things?”
“Penny, I’m so excited. Yes, I’ll tell you, after I prove my case to myself. I’ve got to go to the hotel—to Pollard’s hotel—and see about something.”
And in a moment she was gone, and in the shortest possible time she was at the hotel.