We got chummy enough, so she told me all about herself--her father's a big contractor and has money to burn." "Did you ever hear the beat of that, Enright?
Neddy is about to feather his nest.

Well, go on." "That's about all, I guess, only she ain't nothin' you need be afraid of." "Sure not, with a watch-dog like you on guard.

But if you ask me, I don't like the idea of her happening in here just at this time.

This is no place for an innocent child," and she looked about, her lip curling.
"Lord, I should say not.

Do you happen to remember any New York contractor by that name, Mr.Enright ?" The rotund lawyer, his feet elevated on the window-sill, a cigar between his lips, shook his head in emphatic dissent.
"Not lately; there was a Tim Donovan who had a pull in the subway excavation--he was a Tammany man--but he died, and was never married.
There may have been others, of course, but I had tab on most of them.
Did she mention his name, Beaton ?" "No; anyhow, I don't remember." "What's the girl look like ?" "Rather slender, with brown hair, sorter coppery in the sun, and grey eyes that grow dark when she's interested.