"Bah! the game is up. When you dropped that card in Friard's and said
you were going to a masquerade, I knew your game in a minute, and laid
eyes upon you for the first time since I began the chase. I've been
after you for weeks. Your society dodge has worked out, and I'll land
you behind the bars for some time to come, my gay boy. Come,"--roughly.
"I request Mr. Hamilton to be called. He will prove to you that you
are greatly mistaken." Everything looked pretty black, I can tell you.
"You will see whom you please, but only after you are safely landed in
the lockup. Now, Madame,"--turning swiftly upon the Blue Domino, "what
is your part in this fine business?"
"It certainly has no part in yours,"--icily.
Haggerty smiled. "My skin is very thick. Do you know this fellow?"
She shook her head. He stood undecided for a space.
"Let me see your card."
"I decline to produce it,"--haughtily.
Haggerty seemed staggered for a moment. "I am sorry to annoy you, but
you must be identified at once."
"And why?"--proudly. "Was it forbidden to go into the club cellars for
such harmless things as apples?"
Apples! I looked at her admiringly.
"Apples?" repeated Haggerty. "Couldn't you have sent a servant for
them?"
She did not reply.
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