He's taken a summer home up here on Long Island, and some misguided chap put him on the club's visitor's list.

His card will NOT be renewed.

Sleek customer, isn't he?
Trifle familiar--I was only introduced to him last night." Carruthers grunted, broke his burned match into pieces, and began to toss the pieces into an ash tray.
Jimmie Dale became absorbed in an inspection of his hands--those wonderful hands with long, slim, tapering fingers, whose clean, pink flesh masked a strength and power that was like to a steel vise.
Jimmie Dale looked up.

"Going to print a nice little story for him about the 'costliest and most beautiful necklace in America' ?" he inquired innocently.
Carruthers scowled.

"No," he said bluntly.