He almost sprung from the booth to pick it up, but the girl withheld him with a pressure of the hand.
"Not yet," she begged.

"Wait until we see who leaves the other booth into which La Rue just went." And Willis fell back into the seat, his pulse pounding.

Presently, with startled eyes, they beheld Celeste la Rue leave the booth, and then five minutes later a well-dressed man, a suave, youthful man with a head inclined toward baldness.
"Enright!" muttered Willis.
"Enright," echoed Miss Donovan, "and, Jerry, our hunch was right.

He and La Rue are playing Cavendish--and for something big.

But now is our time to get the telegram.