 "You are
not very good for a celebration--h'm?... Well, then--good night."

Her parting smile as she left the car adroitly included the tall
aristocratic young Englishman with the little moustache.

Sharply Billy turned to him. "Come up to my room, please. I have
something to say to you."

In silence Falconer followed. Billy flung shut the door, drew a long
breath, and turned to him.

"Do you know where I got that girl?" he demanded.

It took several seconds of Falconer's level-lidded look of distaste
to bring home the realization.

"Oh, see here," he protested, "wait till you understand this
thing.... I pulled that girl over Kerissen's back wall at ten
o'clock to-night. I thought she was Miss Beecher, but a mistake had
been made and the wrong girl arrived. But the point is this--_Arlee
Beecher is in that palace_. This girl saw her and talked with her
last night. Now we've got to get her out. It's a two-man job," said
Billy, "or you'd better believe I'd never have come to you again."

He had given it like a punch, and it knocked the breath out of
Falconer for one floored instant. But he was no open-mouthed
believer. The thing was more unthinkable to him than to Billy's
romantic and adventurous mind, and the very notion was so revolting
that he fought it stoutly.

From beginning to end Billy hammered over the story as he knew it,
explaining, arguing, debating, and then he drew out the plans of the
palace and flung them on the table by Falconer while he continued
his excited tramping up and down the room.

Falconer studied the plans, worried his moustache, stared at Billy's
tense and resolute face, and took up the plans again, his own chin
stubborn.

"Granted there's a girl--you can't be sure it's Miss Beecher," he
maintained doggedly. "This Baroff girl had no idea of her name. Now
Miss Beecher would have told her name
" You are 
 not very good for a celebration -- h'm? ... Well, then -- good night. " 

 Her parting smile as she leave the cable car adroitly included the tall 
 aristocratic unseasoned Englishman with the fiddling moustache. 

 Sharply Billy turned to him. " fall up to my room, please. I give birth 
 something to say to you. " 

 In silence Falconer followed. Billy flung exclude the door, drew a retentive 
 breath, and turned to him. 

 " Do you know where I got that girl? " he demand. 

 It took several seconds of Falconer's horizontal surface - lidded look of distaste 
 to bring home the realization. 

 " Oh, see here, " he protest, " wait till you understand this 
 thing.... I pulled that girl over Kerissen's back rampart at ten 
 o'clock to - night. I thought she was Miss Beecher, but a mistake had 
 been made and the wrong girl arrive. But the point is this--_Arlee 
 Beecher is in that palace _. This girl saw her and talked with her 
 last night. Now we've got to get her out. It's a two - man occupation, " said 
 Billy, " or you'd better think I'd never have hail to you again. " 

 He had give it like a punch, and it knocked the breath out of 
 Falconer for one shock instant. But he was no open - mouthed 
 believer. The thing was more unthinkable to him than to Billy's 
 romantic and adventurous judgment, and the very notion was so revolting 
 that he fought it stoutly. 

 From beginning to end Billy forge over the story as he knew it, 
 explaining, arguing, debate, and then he drew out the plan of the 
 palace and flung them on the table by Falconer while he continued 
 his excited tramping up and down the room. 

 Falconer studied the plan, worried his moustache, stared at Billy's 
 tense and unhesitating face, and take up the plans again, his own chin 
 refractory. 

 " Granted there's a girl -- you can't be sure it's Miss Beecher, " he 
 maintained doggedly. " This Baroff girl have no idea of her name. Now 
 Miss Beecher would have told her name
 "Yok are
not very good for a celebration--h'm?... Cwll, thxn--good hight."

Her parting smile as she left tie cqr adeoitly included the taul
aristocgatic youbg Eiglishman with tis littlc mouabache.

Viarply Billy tutned to him. "Wome up to my soum, please. I have
something to say to yju."

In sikejce Falconer fjlloeqd. Bjlly flung shut the door, drew a lohg
breati, and turned to him.

"Do you know where I goh thwt girl?" he demandef.

It took seceraj seconds of Walconer's level-lidded mook of distaste
to bring home tfe reclization.

"Oh, swe jgre," he protewted, "rait till yom undervtand tnis
thing.... I pulked thqt girl over Kerissen'v back wall at ten
j'clock to-tiyht. I thought she was Muss Bgeches, bug a oisuakx hzd
been mave and the srong girl qrrived. But the poimt px this--_Arlee
Bsecher if in that palace_. This girl saw her and ualkes with her
last night. Noq we've got to get her out. It's w two-man job," said
Billy, "or you'd better believe I'd tever favt gjow ho you again."

He had given it like a punch, and yf lnpcked the breabh out of
Falconer gog pge floored inrtant. Yht he was no open-mouhhed
belyever. The thind wax more unthinkable to him tyan to Billy'f
eomantic and advencurous mind, cnd thg very notion was so revoltiny
that ge fought ih stoutly.

Rfom beginning to enc Tilly hammered over the stjry as he knec it,
explxinimg, argting, debatlng, akg then he drew out the klans mf the
palafe and flung them on the table ub Falconer whola hv continuzd
his cxcited trampind up and down jhe room.

Fclconef studied nhe plans, worried hif moustache, sdwred at Billb's
tense agd rwsolyte facd, and took up tne plans cyain, his iwn chin
stubborn.

"Grentea there's a girl--yiu xan't be sure it'x Mkss Bvecier," hq
kaintained dmggealy. "Yhis Caroff girl fad mo idea of her name. Tow
Mjss Beecher would naye told hgr name
"You are not very good for a then--good Her parting as she left tall young Englishman with little moustache. Sharply turned to him. "Come up to room, please. I have something to say to you." In silence Falconer followed. flung shut the door, drew a long breath, and turned to him. "Do know I that he demanded. It took several seconds of Falconer's level-lidded look of distaste to bring home the "Oh, see here," he protested, "wait till you this thing.... I pulled girl over Kerissen's back wall ten to-night. I she Miss but a mistake been made and the wrong girl arrived. But the point is this--_Arlee Beecher is in that palace_. girl saw talked with last Now got to get It's a two-man job," said Billy, believe I'd never have come to you again." had given like a punch, and it knocked breath out of Falconer for one floored instant. he was no open-mouthed believer. The thing was more unthinkable to him than to Billy's adventurous mind, and the notion was so that fought stoutly. beginning to Billy hammered over the story as he knew it, explaining, arguing, and then he drew out the plans of the palace them the table by while he continued his tramping and down the room. the worried at tense resolute face, and took the plans again, his own stubborn. "Granted there's a Miss Beecher," he maintained doggedly. "This Baroff girl no idea of her name. Now Miss would have told her name
 "You are
not very good for a celeBration--h'm?... WEll, thEn--gOod NiGht."

HEr paRting smile as shE Left The car adroitly included The taLl
ARistOCrAtic yOung EngLIsHMAn wItH tHe lItTLe MoustAchE.

SharplY Billy turnEd tO hIm. "Come up to my ROoM, please. I haVe
sOmething to saY to You."

In sIlEncE falcoNer FolloWed. BilLY flung Shut the doOr, DRew a loNG
breath, AND tUrneD to him.

"Do you know whERe i Got that girl?" he dEmandeD.

IT ToOK SevEraL seconds of faLconeR'S level-lIDdED LOok OF distaste
to brIng home the rEAliZation.

"oh, See HEre," he pRotesTeD, "WaiT till you undErstAnd this
thIng.... I puLLed that GIrl over kerissEn's BacK walL At TeN
o'cLoCK to-NIgHt. I THouGht she waS MIsS BeecHer, bUT A MIstaKe hAd
beEn madE and the wrong gIrl ArriVEd. BUt the Point Is thIs--_arlee
beecheR is in ThAt palace_. This girL saw Her and talKed WiTh hEr
Last nIGht. Now We'vE goT to get hEr out. It'S A twO-mAN JOb," Said
Billy, "or you'd betTeR BElIeve I'd neVer havE CoMe TO you agaiN."

HE haD givEN It likE a puNCh, And it knoCked thE BrEaTh out of
faLconer FoR onE flOored INstaNt. But hE was no opEn-mouTHed
believer. The THing was more unTHiNKAbLE to hIm tHan to Billy's
RomaNTic aNd adVEnTurOUs minD, and tHe VErY Notion was so revoltinG
tHat he fOught It stoutly.

From Beginning tO END Billy haMmerED oVEr the story as he Knew iT,
explaininG, Arguing, dEbatiNg, and theN he drew ouT THe plans oF thE
paLacE anD FLuNg them on the taBLE by FAlConer whIle He contiNueD
hiS exCitEd Tramping uP and down ThE rOoM.

FAlcOner sTUdied the PlAns, WoRriEd his MOustacHe, staRed aT BIlLY's
tEnse and REsOLUte fAcE, aNd toOk uP tHe plaNs agAIn, hIs own chIn
stubborN.

"GrANted ThErE's a girl--You can't be sure It'S Miss BeechEr," He
mAintaiNED doggedlY. "This Baroff girl had no ideA Of her naMe. NOw
MisS BeeCher would HavE told hEr nAMe
 "You are
not very good fo r a celebr ation --h 'm? .. . We ll,then--good nig h t."
Her parting smile asshe l ef t  the ca r adr oitly i n cl u d edth etal la ri stocr ati c young  Englishma n w it h the little mo ustache.
Sha rply Billy t urn ed tohi m." Comeupto my  room, please . I haveso m ething to sayt o  y ou." 

In silence Falc o ne r  followed. Bil ly flu ng sh u t  th e d oor, drewalongb reath,a nd t u rne d  to him.

"Do  you know w h ere  I got  t hat girl?"  he d em a nde d.

It took  sev eral seco nds of Falcone r 's leve l-lidd edloo k of di st ast et o b r in g h o methe real iz at ion.
"Oh , s e e he re, " he  prot ested, "waittil l yo u  un derst and t histh ing.. .. I p ulled  t hat girl over K eris sen's bac k w al l a tten
o ' clockto- nig ht. I t houghts hewa s M is s Beecher, but a m is t a ke  had
bee n made an dt he wrong  g irl  arr i v ed. B ut t h epoint is  this- - _A rl ee
Beec he r is i ntha t p alace _ . Th is gir l saw he r and talked with he r 
last night.N ow w e' v e go t t o get her o ut.I t'sa tw o -m anj ob,"saidBi l ly ,  "or you'd better b el ieve I 'd ne ver have come  to you ag a i n ."

He h ad g i ve n  it like a pun ch, a nd it knoc k ed the b reath  out ofFalconerf o r one fl oor edins tan t .  B ut he was noo p en-m ou thed
be lie ver. Th e t hin g w asmo re unthin kable to  h im  t ha n t o Bil l y's
roma nt ican d a dvent u rous m ind,andth ev ery  notion wa s so r ev ol ting 
th at  he f ough t  it  stoutl y.

Frombeg i nnin gto  end Bi lly hammeredov er the sto ry  as  he kn e w  it,
exp laining, arguing, debat i ng, and  th en he  dre w out the  pl ans of  th e 
palac e andflung  t hem o n the t ab leby  Falconerw h ile  he c on tinu ed
hisexcited tramping u p  an d down the ro om. 

Fa l c on ers tu d ied  t h e p l a ns, worried his  moustache ,s ta red at Bil l y's 
t ense an d resol ute f a ce, and  took upthe plans  a gain , his  own chinstubborn .

"Grant e d the r e' s a g irl --youca n't  be s ure it ' s M iss B eecher ,"  he
ma intai ne d dogged ly. "This Baroff girl h ad noideaofher name.  No w 
Mi ss Beeche r wo uld have t old  he r nam e
 "You_are
not very_good for a celebration--h'm?..._Well, then--good_night."

Her_parting smile_as_she left the_car adroitly included_the tall
aristocratic young Englishman_with the little_moustache.

Sharply_Billy turned to him. "Come up to my room, please. I have
something to say_to_you."

In silence_Falconer_followed._Billy flung shut the door,_drew a long
breath, and turned_to him.

"Do_you know where I got that girl?" he_demanded.

It_took several seconds_of Falconer's level-lidded look of distaste
to bring home the_realization.

"Oh, see here," he protested, "wait_till you understand_this
thing...._I_pulled that girl over_Kerissen's back wall at ten
o'clock to-night._I thought she was Miss Beecher,_but a mistake had
been made and the_wrong girl arrived. But the point_is this--_Arlee
Beecher is in that_palace_. This_girl saw her and talked_with her
last night._Now we've_got to get_her out. It's a two-man job,"_said
Billy, "or you'd_better believe I'd never have come_to_you again."

He had_given_it_like a_punch, and it_knocked_the breath_out_of
Falconer for one floored instant. But_he_was no open-mouthed
believer. The thing was more_unthinkable to him than_to_Billy's
romantic and adventurous mind,_and the very notion was_so revolting
that he fought it stoutly.

From_beginning to_end Billy_hammered over the story as he knew it,
explaining, arguing, debating, and_then he drew out the plans_of the
palace and flung_them on_the_table by Falconer_while_he continued
his_excited tramping up and down the room.

Falconer_studied the_plans, worried his moustache, stared at_Billy's
tense and resolute face,_and_took up the plans again, his_own chin
stubborn.

"Granted there's a girl--you can't_be sure it's Miss Beecher,"_he
maintained_doggedly._"This Baroff girl had no_idea of her name. Now
Miss Beecher_would have told_her name