Her hands came together again in her lap. "That’ll be all about Granthope," she said through her teeth. "See here," he insisted, "you know what a cad he’s been as well as I do! He’s trying to marry Miss Payson, damn him! I’ve seen her with him often. If you’ll just go up to her and tell her a few things—you needn’t violate any confidences—just enough to put her on her guard—we can head him off and spoil that game!" "Oh!" Fancy’s breast heaved violently. "I _see_!" she exclaimed slowly. Her eyes blazed at him. "So _that’s_ what you’ve been after all this time, is it? I think I know you now, Blanchard Cayley!" Her eyes did not leave him as her right hand stole over the cloth, reaching for the wine-soaked napkin, and grasped its dry end. Slowly she rose from her seat, stood up, and leaned far over the table towards him. Then, raising her hand suddenly, she struck him as with a flail, once, twice across the cheek, across the eyes, leaving a purple stain whose drops trickled down into his beard. The sound was heard all over the room, and drew all eyes. For a moment she watched him put up his arm to ward off the blows; then, with a gasping sob, she turned and ran swiftly down to the door and out into the street. Cayley, his face now reddened not only by the wine, but from the furious flush which burned in his cheeks, sat for a moment as if paralyzed. Then he wiped the mark with his napkin, automatically. His face worked like a maniac’s. He rose deliberately, reached for his hat and strode down the aisle after her. Dougal saw the pursuit just in time. Quickly his foot shot out into the passage, and Cayley, passing, tripped over it, and fell headlong upon the floor. Dougal, cigarette in mouth, leaped out of his chair and held him lightly. Benton jumped up and stood by him, ready. Cayley was mumbling curses. They helped him up politely, and Dougal muttered: "Go back to your table, Mr. Cayley, and sit down there for five minutes. If you don’t, by God, I’ll kill you!" The room buzzed with exclamations; every one stared. Cayley stared sullenly, his mouth open, then turned back and sat down and put his hands to his forehead, leaning on the table. Dougal conferred with Benton. "You wait here, Benton, and wherever Cayley goes, you follow him. I’m going out after Fancy. There’ll be the hell to pay to-night if we don’t find her. I’ve never seen her that way before, and it looks like trouble to me!" With that, he hurried out of the restaurant.