Then quickly did she tighten her grasp, drawing a handkerchief from her pocket and applying it to his nostrils.
Mr. Field struggled, and succeeding in breaking away, staggered to his feet.
Then he fell to the floor.
The drug had done its work.
Louise touched the prostrate man with her tiny foot, and assured herself that he was insensible.
“The old fool!” she exclaimed, and her laugh rang shrilly through the apartment, “marry him? I guess not!”
“Louise, you are a trump!”
The speaker, a young man who would be known anywhere for what he was, a sport and gambler, emerged from behind a heavy curtain, where he had been hid.
“How was my emotional acting, Elmer?” she asked.
The fellow kissed the woman, saying: