"Putting on a lot of style, eh?" said Jack Landis, and with fierce intensity he watched the face of Nelly Lebrun.
For once she was unguarded.
"He's superb!" she exclaimed. "The big fellow is going to bring a drink for him."
She looked up, surprised by the silence of Landis, and found that his face was actually yellow.
"I'll tell you something. Do you remember the little red-headed tramp who came in here the other night and spoke to me?"
"Very well. You seemed to be bothered."
"Maybe. I dunno. But that's the man—the one who's sitting over there now all dressed up—the man The Corner is talking about—Donnegan! A tramp!"
She caught her breath.
"Is that the one?" A pause. "Well, I believe it. He's capable of anything!"
"I think you like him all the better for knowing that."