"We'll see," he laughed; struck the match.

She stepped swiftly within the door; closed it.

Bob Chater laughed again; ran across.

The lock clicked as she turned the key.

"Let me in!" he cried, rattling the handle. "Let me in!"

The splash of water answered him.

He thumped the panel. "Open the door!"

"Now, Angela," he heard her say, "quick as lightning with that
chimmy."

Bob's face darkened; he damned beneath his breath. Then with a laugh
he turned away. "I'm going to have some fun with that girl," he told
himself; and on the way downstairs, her pretty face and figure in his
mind, pleased himself with vicious anticipation.




CHAPTER V.

Excursions At A Dinner-Table.