There is no 'Mary Jane,' now," he said a bit stiffly.
The other stared a little.

Then he gave a low chuckle.
"'Michael Jeremiah,'" he repeated musingly, eyeing the glowing tip of his cigar.

"And to think how that mysterious 'M.

J.' used to tantalize me! Do you mean," he added, turning slowly, "that no one calls you 'Mary Jane' now ?" "Not if they know what is best for them." "Oh!" Calderwell noted the smouldering fire in the other's eyes a little curiously.

"Very well.