When the door had closed, Gray gave his friend certain instructions, after which he limped to the telephone and called Arline Montague. "May I ask you to step down to Buddy's room?" he inquired, after making himself known. "Oh, it will be quite all right--We three must have a little talk--But he _couldn't_ see you last night. He was quite ill, really; I sat up with him most of--" There was a longer hiatus then. "Hadn't we better argue that in Buddy's presence? Thank you. In five minutes, then." As he and Gray prepared to leave, Mallow said, sourly: "Margie is a good little dame, in her way, and I feel like a--like a damned'stool.'" "My dear fellow," the other told him, "I understand, and I'd gladly take another beating like this one to escape this wretched denouement." When Ozark Briskow answered Gray's request for admittance, he was deeply embarrassed to find Miss Montague also waiting; his stammered protest was interrupted by her sharp inquiry: "What is the meaning of all this mystery? He said you were too sick to see me." "Permit me to explain," Gray began, as he closed the door behind them. "Buddy and I came to blows over you; you were, in a manner of speaking, an apple of discord between us, and the melancholy results you behold. Jealousy of your charms was not my motive; I merely asked Buddy to defer a contemplated action. He refused; I insisted. Argument failed to budge either of us and--" The young woman's sympathetic regard of Gray's victim changed to a glare of hostility as she turned upon the speaker, crying: "You _brute!_ You ought to be arrested!" "He ast me to wait, Arline--" "To delay asking you a question which I felt should be more seriously considered. In the absence of his family I took it upon myself to--" "To butt in!" Miss Montague exclaimed, with curling lip. "Quite so. I merit your disapproval, but not your disdain." With some heat Buddy declared: "Pa an' Ma know that I got a mind of my own. It won't do 'em any good to come." "See here," the woman demanded. "What have you been telling Buddy about me? I told him all there was to tell." "Quite all? I fear you have not been as frank as you would have me believe. That, in fact, explains my connection with the affair. Believe me when I say that I am interested only in seeing justice done to both of you young people, and in making sure that you do not deceive each other. It is an impulse of artless youth to trick itself in glowing colors, but you should know the whole truth about Buddy and he about you. If, after you are thoroughly acquainted with each other, you still maintain a mutual regard I shall have nothing further to say--except to beg that I be allowed to show my true friendship for both of you."