artist," he declared with a touch of enforced admiration.
"There's no use talking; that woman is an artist."

"What are you going to do?" asked Jimmy, for the want of anything
better to say.

"I am going to leave her," declared Alfred emphatically. "I am
going away."

A faint hope lit Jimmy's round childlike face. With Alfred away
there would be no further investigation of the luncheon incident.

"That might be a good idea," he said.

"It's THE idea," said Alfred; "most of my business is in Detroit
anyhow. I'm going to make that my headquarters and stay there."

Jimmy was almost smiling.

"As for Zoie," continued Alfred, "she can stay right here and go
as far as she likes."

"Not with me," thought Jimmy.

"But," shrieked Alfred, with renewed emphasis, "I'm going to find
out who the FELLOW is. I'll have THAT satisfaction!"

Jimmy's spirits fell.

"Henri knows the head-waiter of every restaurant in this town,"