"Well, I can inform you where he may very easily be found." "Indeed!" "Yes, out at the 'Little Yankee.' It seems you were a trifle late in getting him word, or else your fascinations failed to move him.

You must be losing your grip." She neither moved nor spoke, her eyes--dark, unwinking beneath the wide hat-brim--telling him nothing.

Yet her hand closed upon the pearl handle hidden away in the jacket pocket, and her lips formed a straight line.
"I 'm damned sorry you did n't land the fellow, Lizzie," he went on brutally.

"He 's about the best catch you 're liable to get, and besides, it leaves me a rather unpleasant job.

Still, I thought I 'd better tell you, so you would n't feel it necessary to hang around the streets here any longer.