Joe winces; that Golden Circle dinner comes back, when he, too, cheered the Stars and Bars.
"I see you do remember," says Lee, throwing away his cigar. "Now be frank, old man. Tell me your whole game."
Woods hands him the list of the passengers. He is keenly eying Lee.
"Who was that Madame de Santos?" he says eagerly.
"Is it worth five thousand to know?" says the detective, quietly.
"On the dead square," replies Joe, "Cash ready."
"Do you remember the 'Queen of the El Dorado'?" Lee simply says.
"Here! Great God, man!" cries Lee, for Joe Woods' fist comes down on the table. Flying cigars, shattered glasses, and foaming wine make a rare havoc around.
"By God!" shouts the oblivious Joe," the woman Hardin killed 'French Charlie' for."
"The same," says Lee, steadily, as he picks some splintered glass out of his goatee. "Joe, you can add a suit of clothes to that check."