"My wife will wear the ruby to the Thornton fete on the fourteenth.

Will you be on hand to guard it ?" "Won't I?
About half our force is engaged for that blow-out, but no one but yours truly shall be guardian angel for the ruby.

Well, good night once more, and good luck." * * * * * As soon as the detective had gone Ruyler drew his wife to him anxiously, "What is it, Helene?
You look--well, you don't look yourself!" "I have a headache," she said irritably.

"Perhaps I'm developing nerves.
I do wish you would take me to New York.

Other women get away from this town once in a while." "But you told me on Sunday that you adored California, that it was like fairy land--" "Oh, all the women out here bluff themselves and everybody else just so long and then suddenly go to pieces.