"Thanks; I'll circulate my money on a horse-race—something I know about. By the way, Majendie was there last night."
"He was, was he?" said Lynch, with more animation. "How did he seem?"
"Cool as a cucumber," said Beecher, who, however, was surprised to find how little he remembered of any one else's conduct. "I was in at one of Mrs. Kildair's affairs. By the way, Nan Charters was there."
"Oh, was she?" said Lynch sleepily, hesitating between the call of his bedroom and the cooling aspect of the waiting grape-fruit.
"Know anything about her?" asked Beecher, perceiving he would gain nothing by indirection.
"Never met her," said Lynch. "Charlie Lorraine was crazy about her a couple of years ago. We thought he was going to marry her. I believe they were engaged, or had an understanding."
"No scandal?"
"Oh, she's perfectly straight. Charlie's a good proposition, but that didn't seem to hurry her any. She has a lot of 'em buzzing after her."
"I say, Bo," said Beecher suddenly, "did you ever run up against a fellow called Garraboy?"
"What's he do?"