"You didn't suppose I was going to give the right one, did you?" said Farley, petulantly. "When we are out of sight of the depot I'll tell the driver where to go." As soon as the coach had turned a corner he leaned out of the window and called out: "Driver, I've changed my mind." "Well, sir?" "Take us to this address." And he handed the man a card. "You think of everything," said Miss Hollingsworth. "I have to." "I was afraid that we were going to have some trouble with that old man." "So was I at first, but it turned out all right. I tell you, Olga, it takes a smart one to get the better of Jack Farley." Miss Hollingsworth gave a peculiar laugh. "What do you mean by that?" demanded Farley. "What have you got in your head now?" "Oh, nothing." "Yes, you have. What is the matter with you, anyway? Your whole manner to-night has been unnatural and peculiar." "That is only your imagination." "It is not. Olga, you are not thinking of rounding on me, are you?" "Of course not. What an idea!" "Because if you are, I warn you not to try it; if you do, I'll make you wish you had never been born." "Why should I round on you, as you put it? Are not our interests one? Am I not helping you in this affair? Am I not unquestioningly obeying you in everything? Jack, you are nervous and excited." "Well, I guess that's so. What I need is a bottle of fizz; and, as soon as I get the girl to your flat, I'll go down to Billy's and get it." "Don't do that," said Miss Hollingsworth, uneasily. "Why not?" "It is too late." "It's only a little after twelve o'clock." "But you will stay there gambling and drinking until morning, and I do not want to be left alone with this girl." "I shan't stay more than an hour or so; as for the girl, give her another dose of the stuff, and she'll be quiet enough." At this moment the carriage halted in front of a tall apartment house on a fashionable thoroughfare within a stone's throw of Fifth Avenue. Farley alighted first, carrying the unconscious girl, and was followed by Miss Hollingsworth. "Wait for me, driver," he ordered. "I shall need you again in a few minutes." "All right, sir." Ten minutes later Farley emerged from the house. "Do you know Billy Rawlins' place?" he asked the cabman. It was a notorious gambling house, and the man knew it well, as did most of his fraternity. "Take me there, and wait for me." Twenty minutes later the resort of vice was reached. Farley entered, and did not emerge for more than an hour. When, at last, he did come out, his face was flushed with wine, and wore a look of disgust and anger. "That's the last time I'll ever set foot in that place," he said, addressing the sleepy driver. "I believe I've been hoodooed by some one. I never have any luck in Billy's nowadays, anyway." "Luck against you to-night, sir?" asked the cabman, sympathetically.