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"And suppose he asks you why?" asked Harriet. "You will tell him, of course, that you want this person discharged because he protected you from the insults and attacks of a ruffian while you were dining in Feinheimer's at night is that it?" "You are utterly impossible, Harriet!" cried Elizabeth, stamping her foot. "You are as bad as that efficiency person. But, then, I might have expected it!
"Oh, 'most anything that we shouldn't do," replied Elizabeth, "and there isn't anything that we could do down here alone that we should do." They both laughed. "I have it!" exclaimed Elizabeth suddenly. "We'll be utterly abandoned we'll have supper at Feinheimer's without an escort." Harriet cast a horrified glance at her companion. "Why, Elizabeth Compton," she cried, "you wouldn't dare.
You know you wouldn't dare!" "Do you dare me?" asked the other. "But suppose some one should see us?" argued Harriet. "Your father would never forgive us." "If we see any one in Feinheimer's who knows us," argued Elizabeth shrewdly, "they will be just as glad to forget it as we. And anyway it will do it will do harm. I shall have David stay right outside the door so that if I call him he can come.
You take off your apron, young man, and get your time. I won't have no rough stuff in Feinheimer's." Jimmy shrugged his shoulders and grinned. "Shouldn't I wait to see if I can't do something more for Mr. Murray?" he suggested. "You get out of here!" cried Feinheimer "Get out of here or I'll call the police." Jimmy laughed and took off his apron as he walked back to the servants' coat-room.
Torrance at that time, and that you did it in the presence of a witness," and the attorney pointed toward the back of the court-room. Murray looked in the direction that the other indicated and again he paled and his hand trembled where it rested on the arm of his chair, for seated in the back of the courtroom was the head-waiter from Feinheimer's. "Now do you recall?" asked the attorney.
Bince greeted him almost effusively, and Mr. Compton seemed glad to see him out again. That evening Harold Bince met Murray at Feinheimer's, and still later the Lizard received word that Murray wanted to see him. "Everything's ready," the boss explained to the Lizard. "The whole thing's framed for to-morrow night. The watchman was discharged to-day.
It was eleven thirty when they reached Feinheimer's. The table they wanted was vacant, a little table in a corner of the room and furthest from the orchestra. The waiter, a new man, did not know them, and no one had recognized them as they entered. Jimmy sat looking at the girl's profile as she studied the menu-card. She was very pretty.
"I know your kind. You're a regular gent. There is some honest jobs that you would just as soon have as the smallpox, and maybe this is one of them." "What is it?" asked Jimmy. "Don't keep me guessing any longer." "You know Feinheimer's Cabaret." "The basement joint on Wells Street?" asked Jimmy. "Sure I know it." "Well that's where I got you a job," said the Lizard. "What doing?" asked Jimmy.
And so the following evening the patrons of Feinheimer's Cabaret saw a new face among the untidy servitors of the establishment a new face and a new figure, both of which looked out of place in the atmosphere of the basement resort. Feinheimer's Cabaret held a unique place among the restaurants of the city. Its patrons were from all classes of society.
I don't know what I would do without David. He is a sort of Rock of Ages and Gibraltar all in one." Through the speaking-tube Elizabeth directed David to drive to Feinheimer's, and, whatever David may have thought of the order, he gave no outward indication of it.
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