Part 39 (1/2)

”Sorave of me”

”You're superstitious!”

”I'm Irish,” P Sybarite explained sufficiently

XVIII

THE BROOCH

They ca people had sole of the doorway, P Sybarite pressed out to the booth of the carriage-call apparatus, gave the operator the nuether with a coin, saw the man place it on the machine and shoot home a lever that hissed and spat blue fire; then turned back

”What was the number?” she asked as he approached ”Did you notice? I did--but then thought of sootten”

”Two hundred and thirty,” replied P Sybarite absently

Between the two there fell a little pause of constrained silence ended by Marian

”I want to see you again, very soon, Mr Sybarite”

The eyes of the little 's

”If I may call--?” he ventured diffidently

”Could you come to-morrow to tea?”

”At the Plaza?”

”At the Plaza!” she affirht nod

”Thank you”

Above the hue porter:

”Two hundred and thirty! _Two_ hundred and _thirty_!”

”My car!” said the girl with a start

P Sybaritewith a lifted hand

”Two hundred and thirty,” he repeated

A handso of iron and glass Behind it a long rank waited with i lahts of bed