You haven't any papers, or anything of that sort ?" Then Mr.James B.Coulson, who was getting tired of his part, suddenly sat up, and a soberer man had never occupied that particular chair in the Bal Tabarin.
"And if I have, my young friend," he said calmly, "what the devil business is it of yours ?" Mr.Gaynsforth was taken aback and showed it.

He recovered himself as quickly as possible, and realized that he had been living in a fool's paradise so far as the condition of his companion was concerned.

He realized, also, that the first move in the game between them had been made and that he had lost.
"You are too good an actor for me, Mr.Coulson," he said.

"Suppose we get to business." "That's all right," Mr.Coulson answered.

"Let's go somewhere where we can get some supper.