"I’ll get into my cloak and lid."
"Stop a bit, kid," said Nick, checking her and lurching forward in his chair. "Lemme have a look at him before we start."
"What’s that for?" questioned Sadie quickly.
"Only because I like to see who I’m in with," Nick explained indifferently. "Call him in and give him your directions. That’ll be enough."
Sadie Badger saw nothing for him to gain, if she complied with his wish, feeling that she had all the best of him. She shrugged her broad, shapely shoulders and laughed, then stepped to the front door and called Fallon into the house.
"He is here, Bosey," she remarked, when the burly chauffeur followed her into the room. "Shake hands with Bosey Magee, Bill, who is going out with me. You’ll find him all right."
Fallon grinned and complied.
"The more the better, old top," he remarked carelessly.
"Glad to know you," Nick growled cordially.
"Take us out to Corson’s place, Bill, and get there lively," said Sadie, in compliance with Nick’s suggestion.