Craye, biting her lips in lonely dissection of herself and of him, dared take no comfort. Also, she no longer dared to follow him, to watch him, to spy on him. In her jasmine-scented leisure Lady St. Craye analysed herself, and him and Her. Above all Her who was Betty. To find out how it all seemed to her that, presently, seemed to Lady St. Craye the one possible, the one important thing.

"Ess," said Miss Pratt. "Do Flopit again. Be Flopit!" "Berp-werp! Berp-werp-werp." And within the library an agonized man writhed and muttered: "WORD! WORD! WORD " This hoarse repetition had become almost continuous. ... But out on the porch, that little, jasmine-scented bower in Arcady where youth cried to youth and golden heads were haloed in the moonshine, there fell a silence.

There was an orange-tree, where a mocking-bird was wont to sing and a girl in white to walk, that the detectives wot not of. The law was to be "figs" by the departure of the three frequenters of the jasmine-scented garden in one ship to France, where the law offered no obstacles. The little banking establishment had not been disturbed.

"Jim," asked Clark casually, as they rattled through the jasmine-scented night, "how do you keep alive?" The Jelly-bean paused, considered. "Well," he said finally, "I got a room over Tilly's garage. I help him some with the cars in the afternoon an' he gives it to me free. Sometimes I drive one of his taxies and pick up a little thataway. I get fed up doin' that regular though." "That all?"

By the time he had drained three cups of the jasmine-scented beverage and basked in the brilliance of Bobby's smiles through the smoking of two cigars, he was feeling decidedly heady. "If we are going to the races, we really must start," declared Bobby when she found the situation getting difficult. "What's the use of going anywhere?" asked Percival, blowing one ring of smoke through another.

There was an orange-tree, where a mocking-bird was wont to sing and a girl in white to walk, that the detectives wot not of. The law was to be "figs" by the departure of the three frequenters of the jasmine-scented garden in one ship to France, where the law offered no obstacles. The little banking establishment had not been disturbed.

It was enough that they were together in that still, soft, jasmine-scented dark. He was breathing quickly; his pulses were beating; he had a feeling of strange, heady delight. The crescent moon was up at last, sailing clear of the house tops, sending its bright rays through the filigree of tall shrubs. A finger of light edged the contour of her shrouded head. He bent a little closer.