for the Winter Garden, he might now be in the bosom of his family, with nothing more troublesome to bother him than a guilty conscience."
"It certainly looks that way." Vance glanced at his watch. "And your mention of the Winter Garden reminds me. Do you mind if we dine early? Frivolity beckons me to-night. I'm going to the 'Scandals.'"
We both looked at him as though he had taken leave of his senses.
"Don't be so horrified, my Markham. Why should I not indulge an impulse? . . . And, incidentally, I hope to have glad tidings for you by lunch-time to-morrow."
