CHAPTER ELEVEN
Teddie, alone with her irate young prize-fighter, turned and regarded him with a studiously narrowed eye.
"Now, what do you want to know?" she quietly demanded. She felt oddly and immeasurably older than she had done but one short week ago.
"I want 'o know who's playin' double in this mix-up," Gunboat Dorgan promptly asserted.
"I don't quite understand," protested Teddie.
"Well, first thing, I want 'o know just what yuh said about that car?"
"When?" temporized Teddie. "And where?"
"Just b'fore I kissed yuh, right here in this room," asserted the over-honest
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