"Did she pick up those diamonds there?" asked the dark man, who was a Rhodesian called Darrel, and acquainted with stones of price.
"No. Banjo Berry, who is her uncle, gave them to her. He's a rich man, and lavishes his money on his niece."
"Why does he let her appear on the boards, then?" asked Darrel, heavily.
"Ask Frank, here. He's a friend of Berry's."
"I'm not," growled Lancaster, still ruffled by his late encounter. "I can't bear the creature. His niece is worth a dozen of him."
"Is she his niece?" questioned the Rhodesian millionaire.
"Yes. There's no doubt about that. I respect Miss Berry immensely."
"I thought her name was Tait."
"On the bills. In private she's Miss Fanny Berry. Her uncle is rich, but, in spite of that, she's so vain that she likes to appear on the stage. I like her, and--"
"You're in love with her," contradicted Baird.