Warrington paid the two checks, dropped a liberal tip, rose and got into his coat.

The girl also rose, picked up his card, glanced carelessly at it, and put it into her hand-bag--a little gold-link affair worth many dinners.

It was the voice and these evidences of wealth, more than anything else, that determined Warrington.

Frauds were always perpetrated for money, and this exquisite creature had a small fortune on her fingers.
Silently they left the restaurant, entered the cab, and went rolling out into Broadway.

Warrington, repressing his curiosity, leaned back against the cushions.