"You won all of mine." A few moments later he was back again and the two sat, pretending to eat their chili peppers, their hearts in their throats, hardly daring to raise their eyes from their plates.

Condy was actually sick with excitement, and all but tipped the seltzer bottle to the floor when a messenger boy appeared in the outer room.

The boy and the proprietor held a conference over the counter.

Then Richard appeared between the portieres of Nottingham lace, the telegram in his hand and the boy at his heels.
Evidently Richard knew the red-headed man, for he crossed over to him at once with the words: "I guess this is for you, Mr.Atkins ?" He handed him the despatch and retired.

The red-headed man signed the receipt; the boy departed.