"I request Mr. Hamilton to be called. He will prove to you that you are greatly mistaken." Everything looked pretty black, I can tell you.
"You will see whom you please, but only after you are safely landed in the lockup. Now, Madame,"—turning swiftly upon the Blue Domino, "what is your part in this fine business?"
"It certainly has no part in yours,"—icily.
Haggerty smiled. "My skin is very thick. Do you know this fellow?"
She shook her head. He stood undecided for a space.
"Let me see your card."
"I decline to produce it,"—haughtily.
Haggerty seemed staggered for a moment. "I am sorry to annoy you, but you must be identified at once."
"And why?"—proudly. "Was it forbidden to go into the club cellars for such harmless things as apples?"
Apples! I looked at her admiringly.