She led him to a chaise-longue seductively, taking care, however, that
he should see a pile of unpaid bills that lay upon a table near it.
Paul was not entirely at his ease and wasted no time in coming to the
point.
"Look here, Dora," he began; "I know you can't run this shack on air. I
got your note this morning. I've been busy and I've got an idea. I've
made up my mind to take a couple of those inventions the company owns
and sell them. It means coin."
Dora's eyes gleamed avariciously.
"Be patient," Paul added, "and I'll have you swimming in gold."
At this juncture three young fellows of the cabaret type, better known
as "lounge lizards," were admitted to the apartment.
Paul cast a glance at Dora which clearly spelled jealousy and reproach.
He knew the fellows. In fact, there were few denizens of the underworld
whom he did not know. Concealing his vexation, he tried to greet them
easily.
The fellows returned the salutation hastily.
"Say, Balcom," hastened one of them, "some one is on your trail,
shadowing you."
Paul was startled and furious, but in this emergency it was Dora who
thought out the plan of action.
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