“The Red Flag Club is better,” rejoined another. “Say, bo! There’s somethin’ doin’ when Sondheim hands it out!”
Ilse went away with Estridge. Palla came along among the other women, and turned aside to offer her hand to Jim.
“Did you expect to take me home?” she asked demurely.
“Didn’t you expect me to?” he inquired uneasily.
“I? Why should I?” She slipped her arm into his with a little nestling gesture. “And it’s a very odd thing, Jim, that they left the chafing dish on the table. And that before she went to bed my waitress laid covers for two.”
CHAPTER XVI
“Are you worried about this Dumont girl?” asked Shotwell Senior abruptly.
His wife did not look up from her book. After an interval: