Of course he knows, and that is one reason I believe she is Mrs.Lawton.He was Gabrielle's maquereau for years--when he'd wrung enough out of her he set up for himself--Well, I ain't through yet, by a long sight.

Beliefs ain't proof." He rose slowly from the deep chair, stretched himself, and settled his hat firmly on his head.
"What's this I hear about a wonderful ruby your wife wore up to Gwynne's the other night?
Gosh! I'd like to see a sparkler like that." "Why, by all means." Ruyler swung the bookcase outward, opened the safe and handed him the ruby.

Spaulding regarded it with bulging eyes, and touched it with his finger tips much as he would a newborn babe.

"Some stone!" he said, as he handed it back, "but why in thunder don't you keep it in a safe deposit box?
There are crooks that can crack any safe, and if they got wise to this--oh, howdy, ma'am--" Helene had come in and stood behind the two men.
Spaulding snatched off his hat and she acknowledged her husband's introduction graciously.

She was dressed for the evening in white.