"You can gamble he won't say anything—there's no one else?"
"No; this game ain't the kind you talk about."
"You'd be a fool to trust anybody. So, if there's no leak we don't need to be afraid of her, only don't let anything slip. We'll lay quiet and try the young lady out. Beaton here can give her an introduction to Miss La Rue, and the rest is easy. What do you say, Celeste?"
"Oh, I'll get her goat; you boys trot on now while I tog up a little for dinner; when is it, six o'clock?"
"Yes," answered Beaton, still somewhat dazed by this revealment of Miss Donovan's actual identity. "But don't try to put on too much dog out here, Celeste; it ain't the style."
She laughed.
"The simple life, eh! What does your latest charmer wear—a skirt and a shirtwaist?"
"I don't know; she was all in black, but looked mighty neat."
"Well, I'll go her one better—a bit of Broadway for luck. So-long, both of you, and, Enright, you better come up for me; Ned, no doubt, has a previous engagement with Miss Donovan."
Mr. Enright paused at the door, his features exhibiting no signs of amusement.