He's a regular damn fool about me. But I'm sick of him.
Anything but a jealous man! And spied on everywhere I go. How
much can I make here?"
"Ain't you from Zeist's?" demanded the madam. Her voice was
quivering with fright. She did not dare believe the girl; she
did not dare disbelieve her.
"Zeist's? What's that?" said Susan indifferently.
"The joint two blocks down. Hasn't Joe Bishop had you in there
for a couple of months?"
Susan yawned. "Lord, how my head does ache! Who's Joe Bishop?
I'm dead to the world. I must have had an awful jag!" She
turned on her side, drew the spread over her. "I want to
sleep. So long!"
"Didn't you run away from home with Joe Bishop?" demanded the
madam shrilly. "And didn't he put you to work for Zeist?"
"Who's Joe Bishop? Where's Zeist's?" Susan said, cross and yawning.
"I've been with Jim about a year. He took me off the street.
I was broke in five years ago."
The madam gave a kind of howl. "And that Joe Bishop got
twenty-five off me!" she screamed. "And you're Finnegan's
girl, and he'll make trouble for me."
"He's got a nasty streak in him," said Susan, drowsily. "He
put me on the Island once for a little side trip I made." She
laughed, yawned. "But he sent and got me out in two days--and
gave me a present of a hundred. It's funny how a man'll make
a fool of himself about a woman. Put out the light.
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