"'E wants you to come? C'est embêtant! Sen' 'im away."
"I'm afraid I——" He rose uncertainly and turned. "Wait," he said, "I'll see." And then walked out into the bar where Harry obstinately awaited him.
"I've had enough of this," growled his brother. "You come out of here with me or I'll——"
"Don't be a fool. You could see that I couldn't help it."
"You can help it now——"
"All right. We'll have this thing out, you and I—to-night. You meet me at the corner toward the Boulevard in twenty minutes. I'll get rid of her."
And without waiting for a reply he returned to Piquette, his mind made up.
"I'm sorry," he said to her, "but I've some urgent business with this man. It can't be put off. But I must see you soon——"
She pouted and rose.
"I can't explain—not now. You won't be cross——"