and put that active, eager, pert little thing behind jail bars to be locked up until she was ten years older.
Now if "Iron Age" could specialize on George, I could control my emotions perfectly. I'd become somewhat more indulgent toward George, I've told you; yet I was not wild over him, at all. However, if "Iron Age" got George, by the same process he'd probably have Doris and maid too. So I was feeling almost friendly with George when I noticed he was standing up. He seemed absolutely casual about where he wanted to go. He wandered down nearer "Iron Age" first, yawned and turned a few pages of a Harper's on the desk there; that seemed to make him sleepier and he strolled forward out of the car.
I arose and drifted after him. Through two Pullmans he walked ahead of me wholly unaware, so far as I could guess, that I was behind him; then, in the vestibule of the third car—with doors closed before and behind us—he half-turned his head.
"Old dear, check him," he said to me. "Here; this door's jammed."
He opened the door before him as he spoke, he sidled through and, as he shut it, he dropped
