"I can't imagine what you see in her," she snapped scornfully.
"Jealous?"
"Of that? I should say not. And that bum with her looks like a burglar."
"Maybe he is," assented Tony imperturbably. "There's worse professions. But she's a stunner. I wonder who she is."
"Some common hussy, I'll bet."
"Well, I'll bet she ain't," snapped Tony, and beckoned the waiter over. "Say, do you know who that dame is—the good-lookin' brunette in white over there?"
The waiter looked, then smiled.
"That's Miss Jane Conley," he answered.
"Never heard that name before," muttered Tony.
"Perhaps you've heard of her under her other name," suggested the waiter. "She's known mostly as 'The Gun Girl,' "
"My God!" gasped Tony. "Is she the gun girl?"
"Yes, sir. Though we like to keep it quiet because we don't want any trouble here."
"No, of course not," agreed Tony dryly.
"Who's the gun girl?" demanded Vyvyan snappishly when the waiter had gone.
