“I know you had a rather unpleasant experience there, but, you see, it wasn’t my fault. I can tell you something that may give you a chance to get even.”
“Speak quick, if you can. What is it?”
“Let’s drop in here,” and the little man pointed toward a decent-looking restaurant.
Eager to learn something more about the man who had decoyed her to the Trocadero, Margie went with the fellow, and he guided her to a little table in the darkest corner of the place.
“Why don’t you bleed him?” were the first words when they had seated themselves.
“Is that your suggestion? Do you want to make a blackmailer out of me?” exclaimed the girl.
“No; it wouldn’t be blackmail in this case,” explained Caddy. “It would simply be getting pay for the indignity.”
“I’ll get even with him some other way,” said Margie. “You know him, do you?”
“Why, of course. Ha, ha, nobody comes to the Trocadero whom I don’t catch on to. Beat Caddy out of the game, if you can! You don’t want to make him pay the fiddler, then?”
“Not in the manner you’ve suggested.”