"Frame both of them," Melcher said, shortly. "By the way, he's a gambler, too, isn't he? Bring him in some night, Jim, and I'll turn for him myself."
"Save his cuff-buttons for me," laughed Young Sullivan, idly riffling the cards. "Gee! Money comes easy to some folks. Don't you guys never expect to do any honest work?"
CHAPTER X
Jim's appearance when he entered the dressing-room that night was a surprise; he was clad in faultless evening attire.
"Why the barbaric splendor?" inquired Lorelei. "Don't you know I'm only your sister?"
"I've GOT these Moe Levys, so I might as well wear 'em. I'm tired of running a moth-garage," he replied, laying aside his stick, gloves, and hat with a care that betrayed his unfamiliarity with them. "What have you got to go with this scenery?"
"Do you want me to dress, too?"
"Sure thing. Look your best, and make me think I'm a regular John."
"Bergman dropped in to see me to-night," she told him, after they had gossiped for a moment. "He referred to that story in this morning's Despatch."
"Yes?"