feet. She paused for a moment as she stood powdering her nose. "It may help some," she absently added, "to know that this guy Watchel used to call himself by the name of Wimpffen!"
"Wimpffen!" echoed Kestner, with quickly narrowed eyes and a heavier droop to his meditative lips. "So it's Wimpffen!"
Sadie Wimpel regarded Kestner over her shoulder as she buttoned her glove.
"Cambridge Charlie's some hustler, when it comes to a scrap," she suggested, not without a touch of pride.
For one brief moment a smile played about Kestner's lips.
"I think I'll make this my own particular scrap," he announced; and his tone as he spoke was not without its own touch of pride.
"Then me for the tall timber," said Sadie as she snapped shut her vanity-bag.
