And the heart is there still, for all the paint and powder and morphine she fights the world with! Poor Lize!" Max's eyes were still wide, but the anger had died down.
"And the girl ?" he questioned.

"The girl, and the brute, and the man with the clever head?
What have they all to do with each other and with her ?" Blake's lips parted to reply, but closed again.
"Never mind, boy!" he said, gently.

"Come along back to your hotel; you've seen enough life for one night.".