"Called him up first thing. Naturally. Nobody had a better right to know what had happened, holding Summerlad under contract as he does. He came right out, calling himself bad names for being in the picture business, and took charge. It was mostly thanks to him I was able to get away as soon as I did."
"Does he know the full story, Bel?"
"All that matters. But your part's still a dead secret between the four of us—including my chauffeur and Summerlad's Jap. I think those two have been well enough paid.... It remains to get hold of your man and make him forget he drove you out there for dinner and didn't bring you home. If you'll give me his address...."
"Perhaps I can attend to that better than you, Bel; without making it necessary to explain how you happen to be interested, I mean."
"You won't forget? This affair will be all over town before morning."
"I'll call Ben up at his home as soon as you've gone."
"Very well, then. I presume that brings us to good-night."
"But Bel...." Bellamy reclosed the door and turned back with weary patience. "About that poor girl...."
He looked startled. "That sounds like pity."
"Can one think of her in any other spirit? Have you any notion what will happen to her?"