next day’s sunlight? Isn’t there something of a ‘code’ among good ‘sports’—I use the word in its best sense—that wipes out each day the follies of the evening previous?”
“Oh yes,” said Miss De Ormond. “I know that very well. And I’ve always played up to it. But as you seem to be conducting the case—with the silent consent of the defendant—I’ll tell you something more. I’ve got letters from him repeating the proposal. And they’re signed, too.”
“I understand,” said Black Tie gravely. “What’s your price for the letters?”
“I’m not a cheap one,” said Miss De Ormond. “But I had decided to make you a rate. You both belong to a swell family. Well, if I am on the stage nobody can say a word against me truthfully. And the money is only a secondary consideration. It isn’t the money I was after. I—I believed him—and—and I liked him.”
She cast a soft, entrancing glance at Blue-Tie from under her long eyelashes.
“And the price?” went on Black-Tie, inexorably.
“Ten thousand dollars,” said the lady, sweetly.
“Or—”
