Miss Sylvia's case there was a double attraction--I was curious about her for myself and I was curious about her because of Jack Reddy.
What I noticed was that she was so different with men to what she was with women--affable to both, but it was another kind of affability. I've seen considerably many girls trying to throw their harpoons into men and doing it too, but they were in the booby class beside Miss Sylvia. She was what the novelists call a coquette, but she was that dainty and sly about it that I don't believe any of the victims knew it. It wasn't what she said, either; more the way she looked and the soft, sweet manner she had, as if she thought more of the chap she was talking to than anybody else in the world. She'd be that way to one in my exchange and the next day I'd see her just the same with another in the drugstore.
It made me uneasy. Even if the man you love doesn't love you, you don't want to see him fooled. But I said nothing--I'm the close sort--and it wasn't till I came to