Plaza 00100: "I don't know, and I don't give a damn so long as she's here in time to get break--" Smilk, furiously: "Hey, you go back there and bust into her room. Hear what I say? Better take a club or a gun or something--" Plaza 00100; "Go to thunder!" Smilk, flinching as he jerked the receiver away from his ear: "Lord! I bet he put that telephone out of whack!" He sagged a little as he slowly hung up the receiver. For a moment he stared desolately at Mr. Yollop and then recovering himself gradually rushed with ever increasing velocity into the most violent hurricane of profanity that ever was centered upon the frailty of woman. Running out of expletives he at last subsided into an ominous calm. "For two cents," groaned he, "I'd blow my head off." He gazed hungrily at the revolver. "I never dreamed there were so many cuss-words in the world," gasped Mr. Yollop, blinking. "There ain't half enough," announced Mr. Smilk, in a far away voice. "Put that pistol down!" roared Mr. Yollop. "What are you going to do? Shoot yourself?" "It would save an awful lot of trouble," said Mr. Smilk. "The deuce it would! My servants would be a week cleaning up after you, and you'd probably ruin this Meshed rug. Besides, confound you, the police would think that I shot you. Give me that pistol! Give it to me, I say. You can come in here and rob to your heart's content, but I'm damned if I'll allow you to commit suicide here. That's a little too thick, Smilk. Why the dickens should you worry about that infernal jade? Aren't you going to the penitentiary for fifteen or twenty years? Aren't you-" "You're right,--you're right," broke in Cassius, drawing a deep breath. "I guess I had a kind of a brainstorm. It was the jewels that done it. Funny how a feller gets the feelin' that he just has to give diamonds and pearls to his girl. It came over me all of a sudden. The only things I ever gave that girl was a moleskin coat, a sable collar and muff, and a gold mesh bag with seventy-eight dollars and a lace handkerchief in it. For a minute or two I was tempted to give her diamonds and rubies--oh, well, I guess I've had my lesson. Never again! Never again, Mr. Yollop. I'm off women from now on. Here's the gun. If the police try to hang it on you, I'll swear it's mine. Listen! there's the elevator stoppin' at this floor. It's them. Before we let 'em in, I'd like to tell you I've never had a more interestin' evenin' in my whole life. What's more I never saw a man like you. You got me guessin'. You're either the goshdarndest fool livin' or else you're the slickest confidence man outside of captivity. Which are you? That's what's eatin' me." "I'm both," said Mr. Yollop, picking up the revolver. "That ain't possible," said Mr. Smilk. "Oh, yes, it is. I'm a milliner, Cassius." "I know you're a millionaire, but that don't,--" "I said milliner." "Run a mill of some kind?" "No, I make hats for women."