As Craig looks he receives a shock. The brilliant lights fall upon a face he cannot forget and which is just being covered by the light veil attached to her hat. Dorothy it is, the millionaire’s daughter. His interest is quickly aroused, and under the circumstances it is not at all strange that he should desire to see who her male companion may be.
They are conversing eagerly, as though deeply interested in each other. Another moment and the bazaar has closed upon them.
“Let us follow,” suggests Wycherley, at once.
Aleck hesitates.
“I’m not sure that it would be just the thing,” he says doubtfully, but the other gives a scoffing laugh.
“Tell that to the marines. You want to go—you have a deep interest in this young lady, and it is but natural you should want to see who her companion is. Come.”
The temptation is irresistible.
“I can buy another cane, at any rate,” he mutters.
“How many have you got now?” asks Wycherley.
“Two dozen or more. It’s a fad of mine, you see.”