Drouet dropped in at the lodge when he went down town, and
swashed around with a great AIR, as Quincel met him.

"Where is that young lady you were going to get for us?" asked
the latter.

"I've got her," said Drouet.

"Have you?" said Quincel, rather surprised by his promptness;
"that's good. What's her address?" and he pulled out his
notebook in order to be able to send her part to her.

"You want to send her her part?" asked the drummer.

"Yes."

"Well, I'll take it. I'm going right by her house in the
morning.

"What did you say her address was? We only want it in case we
have any information to send her."

"Twenty-nine Ogden Place."

"And her name?"

"Carrie Madenda," said the drummer, firing at random. The lodge
members knew him to be single.

"That sounds like somebody that can act, doesn't it?" said