The pretty girl, who had sat like a numbed thing, stirred violently; she opened her mouth: “But——”
“I’m glad,” said the cavalier sharply, “to see that you took my advice about bringing a posse with you. I’m coming.”
“But I——” began Betty, incredulously, desperately.
“That’s all right, miss,” the detective soothed her. “He won’t be any more trouble to you for sixteen months or so.”
“Look here, I took——” began Betty furiously, as they moved to the door.
“Good-night, pretty Betty,” called the cavalier of the streets. “I’m sorry about the wrong I did you at Oxford. But I’ll do you a good turn one day....”
Betty rushed frantically towards them, but the detective slammed the door in her face; and through the flimsy panels she heard the gay voice of the cavalier of the streets:
“Come, gentlemen, remove the body.”