Good-night!" Carruthers glared at the door as it closed behind the man.
"Say it!" prodded Jimmie Dale sweetly.

"Don't feel restrained because you are a guest--I absolve you in advance." "Rotter!" said Carruthers.
"Well," said Jimmie Dale softly.

"You see--Carruthers ?" Carruthers' match crackled savagely as he lighted a cigar.
"Yes, I see," he growled.

"But I don't see--you'll pardon my saying so--how vulgarity like that ever acquired membership in the St.James Club." "Carruthers," said Jimmie Dale plaintively, "you ought to know better than that.

You know, to begin with, since it seems he has advertised with you, that he runs some sort of brokerage business in Boston.