“Five sousand dollaires is my price, Madame.”
Wally started to speak, but she stopped him.
“You will hear from us to-morrow,” she said.
He bowed again, most formally.
“Ma petite marraine, vous êtes très charmante,” he sighed as he left.
“Why didn’t you give him what he asked? We don’t want the thing hashed up in Chit-Chat,” objected Wally.
“You are going right now to the editor of Chit-Chat and make a bargain with him. Get your lawyer, Clifford, on the ’phone and have him meet us there.”
“You needn’t come, Max. It may be nasty.”
“I’ll come,” said she.