"I'll send for the wagon, sir. They're some pickled.
Good-night."
As they walked up to the nearest car crossing, Helene turned to
him with her surprise unabated.
"What did you do to them, Mr. Shirley?"
"Merely crushed a small vial of Amyl nitrite which I thoughtfully
put in my handkerchief this afternoon. It is a chemical whose
fumes are used for restoring people afflicted with heart failure:
with men like these, and the amount of the liquid which I gave
them for perfume, the result was the same as complete
unconsciousness from drunkenness.--Science is a glorious thing,
Miss Helene."
CHAPTER XVII
IN WHICH SHIRLEY SURPRISES HIMSELF
They reached the hotel without untoward adventure.
"Perhaps we might find a little corner in that dining-room I saw
this afternoon, with an obliging waiter to bring us something to
eat. Shall we try? I need a lot of coffee, for I am going down
to the dock of the Yacht Club to await developments."
"You big silly boy," she cautioned, with a maternal note in her
voice which was very sweet to bachelor ears from such a maiden
mouth, "you must not let Nature snap.
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