"Look here, my girl!" he cried, threateningly. "You keep a civil tongue in your head or I'll teach you who you're talking to!"
Jacqueline measured him with that boundless contempt that is given only the very drunk to feel.
"You can't teach me any more than I know about you!" she retorted with unmistakably insulting meaning.
Laroque elected to ignore this last thrust and ostentatiously looked at his watch.
"Will you write me a letter so I can get the money?" he demanded with an air of finality.
"No!" she screamed. He took off his coat and vest and went into the dressing-room with the remark that "he could do without the letter."
Jacqueline did not at first catch its significance but an idea slowly worked into her brain.
"What do you mean?" she demanded.
"Oh, there's no trouble about finding a Deputy Attorney!" was the cheerful reply, accompanied by noise of splashing. She rose unsteadily.
"What are you doing in there?"