CHAPTER IX
THE DIAMOND NECKLACE
“Will they be much longer?” asked John, stepping into the room with a tray of glasses in one hand and a silver cocktail shaker in the other.
“I am sure I don’t know,” replied Lola, turning from where she still stood by the window, and moving slowly across the room to him. “I am going to try your cocktail, John.”
“You? Why, you never drank one in your life.”
“What of it? I am curious.” She took one of the empty glasses from the tray and held it out to him coaxingly.
“Your father won’t like it,” he warned her.
“He won’t know it.”
“Now, Lola!”
“Don’t be an old woman, John! Come!”