Stebbins vaitin'. He beckoned the waiter, and signed his magic name
on the check, with a five-dollar bill on top for a tip. Mrs.
Stebbins collected her family and floated to the door, and our party
followed.
I expected another scene with the mob; but I found that the street
had been swept clear of everything but policemen and chauffeurs. I
knew that this must have meant rough work on the part of the
authorities, but I said nothing, and hoped that Carpenter would not
think of it. The Stebbins car drew up by the porte-cochere; and
suddenly I discovered why the wife of the street-car magnate was
known as a "social leader." "Billy," she said, "you come in our car,
and bring Mr. Carpenter; I have something to talk to you about."
Just that easily, you see! She wanted something, so she asked for
it!
I took Carpenter by the arm and put him in. Bertie drove, the
chauffeur sitting in the seat beside him. "Beat you to it!" called
Bertie, with his invincible arrogance, and waved his hand to the
picture magnate as we rolled away.
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