"But how's she going to make the capture, gentlemen?" cried the young fellow, getting his chance at last. "That's the point my wife and I've been discussing. Assuming that she succeeds in spotting this woman-devil, what will she do? Now--"
"Do, sir! Yell for the police!" burst from the old gentleman at the door.
"And have Miss Hinch shoot her--and then herself, too? Wouldn't she have to --"
"Grand Central!" cried the guard for the second time; and the young fellow broke off reluctantly to find his pretty wife towing him strongly toward the door.
"Hope she nabs her soon, anyway," he called back to the clergyman over his shoulder. "The thing's getting on my nerves. One of these kindergarten reward-chasers· followed my wife for five blocks the other day, just because she's got a pointed chin, and I don't know what might have happened if I hadn't come along and--"