'Hm! Awkward—he took the pledge—he swore it—I am counting on you to help me.'
'Of course. Anything!'
'Were you out with him between the acts?'
'Why—yes.'
'Did he drink anything then?'
'Yes. He took Scotch.'
'Oh, he did?'
'Yes'm.'
'It's all off, then. See here, Henry, will you look? The same place? Be very careful. People mustn't know. And I must count on you. There's nobody else. We'll manage it, somehow. We've got to keep him quiet and get him out home. I'll be at the restaurant. You can send word in to me—have a waiter say I'm wanted at the telephone. Do that. And...'
It is to be doubted if Henry heard more than half of this speech. She was still speaking when he shot out to the street, dodged back of the waiting groups by the kerb and disappeared among the night traffic of the street in the direction of a certain bar.