an act is it that Miss Lyston prefers to remaining with me?
Acrobatic?"

"It's a little play," said Packer. "It's from the Grand
Guignol."

"French!" Potter this simply as an added insult on the part of
Miss Lyston. "French!"

"They say it's a wonderful little thing," said Packer
innocently, but it was as if he had run a needle into his
sensitive employer. Potter instantly sprang up again with a cry
of pain.

"Of course it's wonderful! It's French; everything French is
wonderful, magnificent, Supreme! Everything French is HOLY! Good
God, Packer! You'll be telling me what my 'technique' ought to
be, next!"

He hurled himself again into the chair and moaned, then in a
dismal voice inquired; "Miss Lyston struck you as feeling that
her condition in life was distinctly improved by this ascent
into vaudeville, didn't she?"

"Oh, not at all, Mr. Potter! But, of course," Packer explained
deprecatingly, "she's pleased to have Vorly where she can keep
an eye on him. She said that though she was all broken up about
leaving the company, she expected to be very happy in looking
after him. You see, sir, it's the first time in all their
married life they've had a chance to be together except one