“There’s a dictograph in the room you occupied, my dear,” observed the monocle-man.
“A dic—” Gee-gee seemed to turn green. “Good Gawd!” she said.
It wasn’t very long thereafter that Gee-gee and Gid-up departed.
“Back to the old life!” said Gee-gee wearily. “And just when I thought my ambition to be a star was coming true.”
“Life is sure tough,” observed Gid-up, abandoning her society manner.
“I’m sick of the whole thing. Got a mind to jump in the river.”
“Gas for me!” from poor Gid-up wearily.
“No, you won’t. And I won’t. We’ll just go on. Lord! how long.”
“Anyhow, that detective promised to introduce us to a real Russian grand duke who’s in old New York. Maybe we can get in the papers on that.”