“Who is the gent, Moll?” she then asked abruptly.
“You don’t know him.”
“What’s his name?”
“Goulard.”
“I never heard of him.”
“That cuts no ice,” Moll declared. “He’s all right. You’d better see him. If you’ll go with me——”
“I guess not! Not if the court knows itself,” Sadie Badger interrupted, with scornful significance. “Safety first, Moll. When I meet strange gents, I meet them where I’m dead sure of having the best of it.”
“I’ll send him to you, then,” Moll Damon quickly suggested.
Sadie hesitated again for a moment, then said curtly:
“You may do that, Moll, if you like.”