We've got a clear field if you will only let me play the game out in my own way.

Do I get the money ?" He must have acceded, for his voice no longer rose to a high pitch.
Presently, when the orchestra began playing again.

Miss Donovan and Willis judged the pair were giving their attention to the dinner.
Finally, after an hour had passed, Cavendish emerged from the booth, went to the check-room, and hurriedly left the cafe.

Waiting only long enough to satisfy herself that Cavendish was gone, Celeste La Rue herself emerged from the booth and paused for a moment beside its bamboo curtains.

Then turning suddenly, she made her way, not toward the exit of the cafe, but to another small booth near the check-room, and into this she disappeared.
But before she had started this short journey, a yellow piece of paper, closely folded, slipped from her belt where it had been tucked.
"It's the telegram! The one of which they were speaking." Miss Donovan's voice whispered dramatically as her eyes swept the tiny clue within their ambit.
Willis started.