“Well, you weren't there, so you didn't see it, but I was on the spot all the time, and I know as well as I know anything that he simply married her because he thought she could get him on in the game. He hardly paid any attention to her at all till she was such a riot in Chicago, and then he was all over her. And now he's got stung. She throws down his show and goes off to another fellow's. It's like marrying for money and finding the girl hasn't any. And she's got stung, too, in a way, because I'm pretty sure she married him mostly because she thought he was going to be the next big man in the play-writing business and could boost her up the ladder. And now it doesn't look as though he had another success in him. The result is they're at outs. I hear he's drinking. Somebody who'd seen him told me he had gone all to pieces. You haven't seen him, I suppose?” “No.” “I thought maybe you might have run into him. He lives right opposite.” Sally clutched at the arm of her chair. “Lives right opposite? Gerald Foster? What do you mean?” “Across the passage there,” said Mrs. Fillmore, jerking her thumb at the door. “Didn't you know? That's right, I suppose you didn't. They moved in after you had beaten it for England. Elsa wanted to be near you, and she was tickled to death when she found there was an apartment to be had right across from you. Now, that just proves what I was saying a while ago about Elsa. If she wasn't fond of you, would she go out of her way to camp next door? And yet, though she's so fond of you, she doesn't hesitate about wrecking your property by quitting the show when she sees a chance of doing herself a bit of good. It's funny, isn't it?” The telephone-bell, tinkling sharply, rescued Sally from the necessity of a reply. She forced herself across the room to answer it. “Hullo?” Ginger's voice spoke jubilantly. “Hullo. Are you there? I say, it's all right, about that binge, you know.” “Oh, yes?” “That dog fellow, you know,” said Ginger, with a slight diminution of exuberance. His sensitive ear had seemed to detect a lack of animation in her voice. “I've just been talking to him over the 'phone, and it's all settled. If,” he added, with a touch of doubt, “you still feel like going into it, I mean.” There was an instant in which Sally hesitated, but it was only an instant. “Why, of course,” she said, steadily. “Why should you think I had changed my mind?” “Well, I thought... that is to say, you seemed... oh, I don't know.” “You imagine things. I was a little worried about something when you called me up, and my mind wasn't working properly. Of course, go ahead with it. Ginger. I'm delighted.” “I say, I'm awfully sorry you're worried.” “Oh. it's all right.” “Something bad?” “Nothing that'll kill me. I'm young and strong.” Ginger was silent for a moment. “I say, I don't want to butt in, but can I do anything?”