latial club. By this time he seemed to have regained his customary air of geniality, being one of those rather uncommon men whose apparent characteristics are never so marked as when they are acting a part.
"H'lo, Ronnie," he cried affably, "I met Helen as she left for the theater. She has an inquiring mind, but I headed her off. By the way, will you be at this luncheon to-morrow?"
"Not I," laughed Tower. "I'm barred. She says I have no head for business, and some deep-laid plan for filling the family coffers is in hand."
The Senator obviously disliked these outspoken references to money-making. He squirmed, but smiled as though Tower had made an excellent joke.
"Try and get the ukase lifted," he urged. "I want you to be there."
"Nothing doing," and the other grinned. "Helen says I resemble you in everything but brain power, Senator. I'm a good-looker as a husband, but a poor mutt in Wall Street."
They laughed at the conceit. The two men were curiously alike in face a
Could be subtitled, the perils of a poor, weepy little orphan girl. But Tracy is such a good writer, he can keep one interested in even this weak brew. Not much of a mystery. Good for readers who like a lot of romance.