"Oh, say, fellows," exclaimed the Kid, overcome by the humour of the situation, "who do you think that was?"
The carriage had now stopped before the Dickinson, and Turkey, arrived in time, was helping out a tall, slender figure in black. A light flashed over the group.
"Beauty's sister."
"No!"
"Yes."
"Impossible!"
"Beauty's sister it is," cried the Kid; "and the joke is, she's a stunner, a dream!"
"A dream!" piped up the inevitable Snookers. "Well, I guess! She's an all-round A-No. 1. Gee! I just got a glimpse of her at a theatre, and I tell you, boys, she's a paralyser."
But his remark ended on the air, for all, with a common impulse, had disappeared. Snookers, struck with the same thought, hastened to his room.
Ten minutes later they reappeared. Hickey, in a suit of pronounced checks, his trousers carefully turned up à l'Anglais, glanced approvingly at the array of manly fashion.