"We're going out." He took a last look toward the dance floor and pushed his boss through the curtains toward the outer lobby.
The music behind them stopped. The lights in the dining room blinked out and a woman screamed somewhere in the darkness. Adams didn't wait to find out what had happened. He pushed Drake along the hall toward the coat room. Beside the tall youngster, Adams assumed all the importance of a harbor tug heaving away at an ocean-going liner.
Mary, the checkroom girl, was waiting. When midnight brought Drake from his whiskey, the girl had learned to expect a lavish tip. She looked at Puffy with a puzzled smile.
"What's wrong in there?"
"Revolution," he answered shortly. "Light went out. Lardner probably forgot to pay the light bill."
Jim Drake fumbled uncertainly in his pocket and brought out a numbered ticket.
"Coat please," he said stiffly. "Coat please!"
He waved the ticket under Mary's nose.
She took the stub quickly and returned in a minute with a woman's silver fox cape. It was a lavish, deeply rich fur.
"How long since you started wearing these things?" she asked and pushed it across the counter.