"While yuh still have 'em?" mocked Sadie. "Hypnotizin' him wit' a couple o' passes, I s'pose, so he'll sit down and eat outta me hand?"
Their eyes met.
"Sadie, I believe you could hypnotize that man Dorgan!"
"I'd have a fine chanct, wouldn't I, wit' his envelope tore open and his blue-prints missin'?"
"We'll get another envelope and we'll make it look like one full of blue-prints," explained Wilsnach.
"And where'll yuh get it?"
"Where most envelopes come from—a stationery store. And I'll see if Kestner himself can't drop in with it, in ten or fifteen minutes, on his way to help me out up at the Keudell house. But before I forget. it, I want my revolver."
She crossed the room to the black-draped table, opened her hand-bag and gave Wilsnach the weapon.
"And what t'ell am I goin' to do if that gink starts rough-housin' round here?"
"He may never even come here. But I hope he does!"
"Then what's the matter wit' yuh stayin' right
