She glanced maliciously at Blythe.
"Leave us for a moment, please, Blythe," said Hector.
"Yessir."
"Now my girl—but first—what's your name?"
She took a few steps forward. His quiet voice and friendly eyes gave her confidence.
"My name's Nellie—Nellie Lavine. I'm a waitress at the Golden West Café (she pronounced it 'Kaif'), an' I've come—about—about one o' your men, Major Adair."
"Yes?"
"Gennlemun by name Mr. Humphries."
The Marquis! What the devil had he been up to? Instantly Hector's mind flashed to the Marquis, in the cells.
"He's—he's—my—my beau—my fellow."