"So it seemed," put in Jachin Fell. His tone, like his eyes, held a sombre fire. "A party of them drinking, eh? that will make trouble. The Krewe won't like it. Ten to one, that young man and his friends will start the makings of a fine scandal and the Krewe will come down hard on them—mighty hard. Who was he, Gramont? Sounded like"
"Young Maillard." At Gramont's response a whistle broke from Doctor Ansley. Jachin Fell nodded assent.
"You took the words out of my mouth. So Bob is drinking again, eh? And they've occupied one of the rooms somewhere, and are enjoying a bit of liquor and a card game by themselves. Cursed slippery going, as Eliza said when she crossed the ice! The Krewe will expel them. Hello, Gramont—where to?"
Gramont tossed his cigar through the open window.
"I think I'll make my adieux, Fell. I intend to be up early in the morning and get off to work"
"What?" protested Ansley in astonishment. "You must stay until Rex comes, at least!
