ing. And nothing in the world would shake the loyalty of a man like Jimmy Graves. You see—in his very next letter"
"But there won't be any next letter" Claire extended a ringless hand.
Mrs. Larry gasped.
"Claire Pierce, you didn't!"
"Yes, and what's more—he—he took it. Of course, I expected him to insist upon my keeping it."
Mrs. Larry was so amazed, so shocked that she almost forgot to leave a tip on the tray for the waitress. She even rose without adjusting her veil.
"Let's go down to the concert hall," she murmured. "They usually have an organ recital in the afternoon. I can always think better to music."
They threaded their way between the tables and under the broad archway to the foyer connecting the elevators and the smaller dining-room used for afternoon tea. Here they were approached by a well-mannered salesgirl, carrying small announcements, which she offered with an ingratiating smile.
