The music ceased. Patty came out, blinking. "You called me, Kate?" "Patty, McQuade has been calling me up on the telephone." "Who?" "McQuade, McQuade! He says that if I do not influence Mr. Warrington to withdraw his name--Did you ever hear of such a thing? I am furious! What can it mean? He says he has heard something about me which he can suppress but will not if I--Why, Patty, what shall I do? What shall I do?" She crushed her hands together wildly. "Tell John," said Patty sensibly. "John? He would thresh McQuade within an inch of his life." "Tell Warrington, then." "He would do the same as John. But what can the wretch have found? God knows, Patty, I have always been a good, true woman. ... Think of that man's telephoning me!" Patty ran to her side and flung her arms about her brother's wife. Patty loved her. "Don't you bother your head, darling. It can't be anything but a political dodge; it can't be anything serious. McQuade is low enough to frighten women, but don't let him frighten you. I know he lies," said the loyal Patty. "And now that I think it over, it would be best to say nothing to John or Richard. Fisticuffs would get into the papers, and it's my opinion that's just what this man McQuade wants. He could swear to a thousand lies, if the matter became public. But oh!" clenching her hands fiercely, "I'd give a year of my life to see John thresh him. But you say nothing; let us wait and see." Wise Patty! At that very moment McQuade sat swinging in his swivel-chair. There was a smile of satisfaction on his face. "That'll bring 'em," he said aloud, though he was alone. "That'll bring 'em both up here, roaring like lions. They'll muss up the furniture, and then I can tell the reporters all about it. Even Walford can't object this time." He rubbed his hands together like Shylock at the thought of his pound of flesh. He had waited a long time. They had ordered him, McQuade. who held the city in his hand--they had ordered him out of the house. Not a grain of mercy, not half a grain. Two birds with one stone. He was shrewd for all his illiteracy. He knew women passably well. This one would tell her husband, who would seek for immediate vengeance. But sometimes chance overthrows the best-laid plans of cleverness and foresight. And this remarkable plan of McQuade's was deranged by a chance guess by Patty. Meantime at Martin's it was growing lively. The bar was crowded, the restaurant was being liberally patronized, and persons went up the stairs that did not return. Jordan paid the check, and he and Osborne went out. "When'll they go out, Ben?" "Monday." "Too bad. I wish I'd been sober." "I'll break Morrissy's head one of these fine days. Let's go over to Johnny's; there's music over there." "All right, Ben." "And no more booze, mind." "Just as you say."