CHAPTER VII

THE SWORDS AND BHAG THE little party moved away, leaving Michael alone with the baronet. For a period, Gregory Penne watched the girl, his eyes glittering; then he became aware of Michael’s presence and turned a cold, insolent stare upon the other. “What are you?” he asked, looking the detective up and down. “I’m an extra,” said Michael. “An extra, eh? Sort of chorus boy? Put paint and powder on your face and all that sort of thing? What a life for a man!” “There are worse,” said Michael, holding his antagonism in …