Sadie turned back to the window. She laughed again, but her eyes were smarting.
"About the same as slippin' a fish-tail to the trained seal at the end of its stunt, I s'pose!" she commented.
Kestner suddenly became serious.
"Sadie, how many times have you been married?"
When the girl in the steel blue suit swung about for the second time, it was almost with fierceness.
"S'posin' I have hitched up a time or two! Ain't a girl gotta have some hobby?"
"How many times have you been married?" repeated the man confronting her.
Open antagonism now showed itself in Sadie's stare.
"Yuh'll be wantin' me finger-prints next!" was her pertly derisive cry.
"But how many times, please?"
Their eyes met. Then Sadie turned back to the window.
"I was married twice—not countin' Cambridge Charlie! And it took so much dough to git a decree against that first lemon that I let the other guy attend to his own unhitchin'!"
"How about Wallaby Sam?"
