If she got an inkling of this affair----" "Who is she?
Not the girl you had that row over, Beaton ?" The gunman nodded.
"She's the one." "Do you suppose Jim Westcott knew her before?
He brought her to the hotel and was mighty touchy about her." "Hell, no; she told me all about that--why she cut that fellow dead in the dining-room when he tried to speak to her the next day." Lacy whistled a few bars, his hands thrust deep into his trouser-pockets.

Then, after a few minutes' cogitation, he resumed: "All right then; we'll take it as it lies.

The only question unsettled, Enright, is--what is all this worth to me ?".