ALIAS RED RYAN
"Once when I was a red-headed little snide of a
pickpocket," he announced, "I stole a mesh bag
from a girl at a football game. That girl looked like
you-or what I really mean is she looked like Faith-
because she was just a kid then like Faith is now; too
young to weigh things right. I robbed her and-
since she looked like Faith-well-maybe, once more,
Hope sat suddenly upright in her chair. "A mesh
bag," she exclaimed. "I lost a mesh bag at a foot-
ball game at Cambridge. . . . It was because
of its loss that I met my husband. . . . He
found it in his overcoat pocket."
Fogarty sat staring wonderingly into her face.
"Tell me now," he demanded, excitedly, "was
there a diamond pin in the thing, too, by any
"There was. It belonged to Tom Shell.
It was by giving it back to him that Barbour got his
The dance music stopped, but Fogarty sat staring
at the woman in the chair at his side. Finally he
said in a low voice, "You must excuse me, Hope, but
I'm only a gent and I'm excited. I've got to say it.
I'll everlastingly, abso-blooming-lutely be damned!"