Instead of a dinner for three it became one for a dozen, and Fitzgerald passed the statuettes round as souvenirs of the most unique bet of the year.
There were lively times.

Toward midnight, as Fitzgerald was going out of the coat room, Cathewe spoke to him.
"What was her name, Jack ?" "Hanged if I know." "She dropped a card on your tray." Fitzgerald scrubbed his chin.

"There wasn't any name on it.

There was an address and something more.

Now, wait a moment, Arthur; this is no ordinary affair.