He's a blob."
When Susan came slinking through the office of the hotel in the
wake of the man two hours later, Maud sprang from the little
parlor. "How much did you get?" she asked in an undertone.
Susan looked nervously at the back of the man who was descending
the stairway to the street. "He said he'd pay me next time,"
she said. "I didn't know what to do. He was polite and----"
Maud seized her by the arm. "Come along!" she cried. As she
passed the desk she said to the clerk, "A dirty bilker! Tryin'
to kiss his way out!"
"Give him hell," said the clerk.
Maud, still gripping Susan, overtook the man at the sidewalk.
"What do you mean by not paying my lady friend?" she shouted.
"Get out!" said the man in a low tone, with an uneasy glance
round. "If you annoy me I'll call the police."
"If you don't cough up mighty damn quick," cried Maud so loudly
that several passers-by stopped, "I'll do the calling myself,
you bum, and have you pinched for insulting two respectable
working girls." And she planted herself squarely before him.
Susan drew back into the shadow of the wall.
Up stepped Max, who happened to be standing outside his place.
"What's the row about?" he demanded.
"These women are trying to blackmail me," said the man, sidling away.
Maud seized him by the arm. "Will you cough up or shall I
scream?" she cried.
"Stand out of the way, girls," said Max savagely, "and let me
take a crack at the----.
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