“Morocco Kate!” he murmured. “So she is mixed up in it after all! I think I begin to see daylight in spite of the darkness. Morocco Kate!”
Then, crouching down behind some bushes, he waited and listened and thought swiftly.
“Speak to me!” implored Minnie of the young man. “What does it mean, LeGrand? Why are you here with—with—”
“He knows my name well enough, if he wants to tell it,” broke in the other. “I'm not ashamed of it, either. But who are you, I'd like to know? I never saw you before!” and the blonde woman flashed her light full on Minnie's white face.
And as the girl shrank back, Morocco Kate, so called, sneered:
“Some one else he's got on a string, I suppose! Ho! It's a merry life you lead, LeGrand Blossom!”
“Stop!” the young man exclaimed. “I can't let you go on this way. Minnie, please leave us for a moment. I'll come to you as soon as I can.”
“Oh, yes! Of course!” sneered the other. “She's younger and prettier than I—quite a flapper. I was that way—once. And I suppose you said the same thing to some one else you wanted to get rid of before you took me on. Oh, to the devil with the men, anyhow!”
Minnie gasped.
“Shocked you, did I, kid? Well, you'll hear worse than that, believe me. If I was to tell—”