“You caught me when I was down and blue, didn’t you, and pumped me full of a lot of Sunday-school talk, that’s what you did.  And I was fool enough to get soft and come down here with you, I was!  But I felt it in my bones you was lying.  I knew I was right about the coke.  I seen you throw a high sign to that twitching guy in the striped sweater.  I knew I was right.  God, I—­I just knew.”

He leaned for her hand.  “Little bittsie, black-eyed baby, you got me wrong.”

“Ugh-h!  Quit!  Let go!”

He straightened, regarding her solemnly and controlling the slight swaying of his figure.  “I’m a gentleman.”

Her laugh was more of a cough.  “There ain’t no such animal.”

“There ain’t?  I seen you trying to rope one to-day, all righty.  I seen you.”

“You what?”

“Sure I did.  The slick guy in checks.”

“You—­”

“Sure I seen you.  I was loafing around the station a whole hour before you seen me to-day, baby doll.  I seen the whole show.  Grabbed the slick little Checkers right out of the line, didn’t you?  Bowled him over with those black eyes of yours.  Went for him right like he was a stick of candy and you was licking it, eh?  Pretty slick to take in a big eyeful like that, wasn’t I?  Some little Checkers, he was.”

Red leaped to her face.  “Cut that!”

“Gad! what you mad about, kiddo?  Gentleman friend, eh?”

“You just cut that talk, and double quick, too.”

“After bigger game, eh, kiddo?”

“Fine chance.”

“Not good enough down here, eh?”

“No, if you want to know it.  No.”

“He liked you, kiddo.”

“Yes, he liked me.  He liked me, all righty, like they all do.  God! if I’d ever run across a fellow that was on the level with me, I’d get the hysterics right in his face, I would.  Right in his face!”

“I’m on the level, Marj, only—­”

“You try to begin that, now.”

“I am, and you know it.”

“You’re about as straight as a horseshoe.”

“I may backslide now and then, sweetness, but—­”

“There’s no backsliding for you any more, Blink.  After that Gregory raid business you slid back as far in my mind as a fellow can slide.”

He drained his glass, and this time caught his sway a bit too late.  “Forget that, kiddo.”

“I can’t.  It was that showed me plainer than all that went before how I was wasting my time working over you.”

“’Ain’t I got something on you, too, peaches?  But you don’t hear me throwing it up to you, do you?  ’Ain’t I got Checkers on you?”

“You—­”

“But I ain’t blaming you.  Come, Marj, let’s swap our real names.”

“What?”

“Sure, I ain’t blaming you.  Only be on the level, girl—­be on the level.  If it’s big fry you’re after, and we don’t measure up down here, say so.”

“You—­I think you’re crazy, Blink.”