The King of the Street looked at me sharply.
“I told you to keep sober till this deal was over,” he growled.
“You are obeyed,” I said. “I have not touched a drop.”
“Well, you look as though you had taken a romp with the devil,” he said.
“I have,” I returned with a meaning look.
His eyes fell before my steady gaze, and he turned them on the noisy throng before us.
“Any orders?” I asked at last.
“Be where I can call you the minute I want you,” he replied.
“Now, my boy,” he continued after a minute, “you are going to see what hasn't been seen in the Boards for years, and I reckon you'll never see it again.”
“What is it?” I asked politely. I was prepared for almost any kind of fire-works in that arena.