“Well, I ain't s'posed to give out info'mation.”
“Are you supposed to take in money?” Gilfoyle juggled with a half-dollar.
The hall-boy juggled his eyes in unison, and laughed yearningly: “I reckon I might let you up by mistake. Does you know Miss Adair right well?”
“Very well—I'm a relative of hers by marriage. I want to surprise her.”
“Oh, well, you better go on up.”
Gilfoyle applied the magic silver wafer to the itching palm and stepped into the elevator when it came.
CHAPTER XXVIII
Kedzie was alone. She had sent her maid out to get some headache powders. She had had a good cry when she reached home. She had pondered her little brain into a kink, trying to figure out her campaign. When she had a headache, or a cold, or a sleepless night, or a lethargy, she always put a powder in her stomach. It never did any good, and she was always changing the nostrum, but she never changed the idea.