"He has not betrayed me," murmured the now defiant cashier.

"He is only the human 'transmitter' in Hugh Worthington's 'long-distance telephone' of villainy." But, deep down in his angered heart, Clayton swore an oath to lead them all a merry dance.

"No man among them shall ever have my confidence, and I will find a way to hide my every movement." He would have made a total change of residence at once but for Jack Witherspoon's friendly caution.

And so he sadly dismissed a plan to follow Irma Gluyas, to find out her real residence, and to be near her in the hours which she could make a paradise.
He smiled as he thought of the magnificent corbeille of flowers which he had already sent over to the Restaurant Bavaria to be placed in the breakfast-room.

He had stolen away for a quarter of an hour to give his own directions to the grave-faced "Oberkellner," who was all discretion, as he pocketed Clayton's ten-dollar bill and said, "I perfectly understand.