Redhead nodded a "yes." Thereupon Mother Toulouche went into her back store and returned with a claret glass filled to the brim with rum:
"Shoot that down your throat! That'll put you right!"
When he had swallowed the bumper he seemed to gain courage, and said:
"If I didn't get here sooner it's because I had to wait—but I saw the little thing...."
"What's her name?"
"Nadine," replied Redhead, and added: "A pretty little brat, too!... She's got some fire in her eyes!"
"What's that to do with it?" interrupted Mother Toulouche.
"You don't mean to tell me you were able to make her gabble a bit?" she queried contemptuously.
Redhead bridled: "Likely, since I know everything now ... and I'm her sweetheart, let me tell you!"
Mother Toulouche said in a jeering tone: