Chapter 15

My lady in the scarlet cloak, in the intervals of being very charming, pumped me discreetly over Jim, and I played up along the lines that he had started. It was quite obvious that I was regarded as the necessary encumbrance to the real quarry, and the idea was just what I wanted. Jim was rich, Jim was the gambler--Jim was the fish to be landed. And once or twice I almost laughed as I thought of the particular wolf who had strayed into the fold. The sheep's clothing was still there two hours later when Jim appeared…