Ideas of Love" or some such "shop-girl-appeal" topic.
"By the way," she said at last, "did you ever know a girl named Vyvyan Lovejoy?"
The question gave Tony such a shock that he almost cried out. Only his iron reserve enabled him to keep from betraying himself by an obvious reaction. Did he know Vyvyan Lovejoy? Did Romeo know Juliet? Vyvyan was the burlesque leading woman who had been his first love. He had killed Al Spingola, the city's most important gang leader at that time, in order that he might have her for himself. It was his reckless love for her that had started him on his career beyond the law. And when he had come back from the war and found her living with another man he had killed them both. At the mention of her name, all these events had rushed through his mind like a private mental movie. As it came to an end, his eyes narrowed and his mouth set grimly.
"No," he said. "Why do you ask?"
"I interviewed her once," answered the girl smoothly. "And you look a great deal like a picture she had. There's something about the eyes—"
Tony felt considerably upset. To his knowledge, Vyvyan had never had a picture of him. Nor
