"I thought you were overboard over William," I says. "What happened?"
Hazel hesitates and looks confused.
"Well, Gladys," she says, "I—of course, what you do is your own business and—I—oh, well I just got disgusted with him when he tried to kiss me and said he had kissed you!"
Then we got together and compared notes on this gentleman.
I told Hazel of William's confession and when the astounded Hazel learned she had been seeing Paris with a waiter, really, she went right up in flames. She raved around the room for half an hour and then suddenly grew quite calm.
"Well, one consolation is that Mr. Waiter will be in the Bastile here tonight!" she says. "He took me for three hundred to get back to the United States, and being sore over that stuff about him kissing you I gave him the money in marked bills. He's going to be arrested for masquerading as Van Cleve's son, and when they find that marked sugar on him—good night!"
At that I sat right up straight in my chair. A wild thought had suddenly struck me.
"Hazel," I asked with deadly calm "when did you loan William that three hundred?"
"About two hours ago. Why?"
