Pauline stopped Baskinelli's intended reply. She wanted Harry to be ignored utterly. Her anger had made him flippant. His flippancy had put the seal of completeness upon her anger.
CHAPTER IX
BASKINELLI'S QUARRY
A flutter of polite alarm attended Signor Baskinalli's invitation.
From the sheltered glitter of a Fifth avenue drawing room to Chinatown was a plunge a little too deep.
But Baskinelli was insistent and Pauline was his ardent and efficient recruiting officer. Quite a troop train of limousines carried the invaders to the uncelestial haunts of the Celestials.
Baskinelli rode in the car with Pauline and Owen. He had cast off the dignity of the master musician and assumed an air of whimsical recklessness. Harry and Lucille were in the following car.
"Oh, please stop fidgeting," exclaimed Lucille.
"I'm as nervous as you are."
"I know," said Harry, "but I hate to have her alone with that little black snake for five minutes."