"Oh, I'll get her goat; you boys trot on now while I tog up a little for
dinner; when is it, six o'clock?"

"Yes," answered Beaton, still somewhat dazed by this revealment of Miss
Donovan's actual identity. "But don't try to put on too much dog out
here, Celeste; it ain't the style."

She laughed.

"The simple life, eh! What does your latest charmer wear--a skirt and a
shirtwaist?"

"I don't know; she was all in black, but looked mighty neat."

"Well, I'll go her one better--a bit of Broadway for luck. So-long, both
of you, and, Enright, you better come up for me; Ned, no doubt, has a
previous engagement with Miss Donovan."

Mr. Enright paused at the door, his features exhibiting no signs of
amusement.

"Better do as Beaton says, make it plain," he said shortly. "The less
attention we attract the less talk there will be, and this is too damn
serious an affair to be bungled. You hear?"

She crossed over and rested her hands on his arm.

"Sure; I was only guying Ned--it's a shirt-waist for me. I'll play the
game, old man."