"I don't know; we'll see. We can go it alone for a while. Wait till we really need him and I'll guarantee to make him mind. He's got the society bug so bad I couldn't do anything with him."
"The more he gets into society the more use he is to us," said Vixley. "He's a pretty smooth article."
"Do you know, I have an idea he's getting stuck on that Payson girl."
Vixley cackled.
"You never can tell," said Madam Spoll. "I believe Frank's got good blood in him. Sooner or later it's bound to come out."
"Well, if he's after the girl, it'll be easier for us to bring him around. He won't care to be gave away."
"That's right, and we'll use it. I can see that girl's face when she hears about him crawling through the panel at Harry Wing's to play spook for Bennett."
"Not to speak of Fancy," Vixley added, grinning.
To them, Ringa entered. He slunk into a chair beside Vixley, smoothed down his tow hair, stroked his bristling mustache, and allowed his weak gray eyes to drift about the room.
"Well?" Madam Spoll queried, giving him a glance over her fat shoulder.