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The Plungers
by [?]

“Yes, Miss Larue.”

“I always have a feeling here,” whispered Stella, “that I am being listened to. I mean to speak to Vera about it some time. By the way, wouldn’t you like to join us to-night? Vera will be along and Mr. Warrington and perhaps ‘Diamond Jack’ Braden–you know him?”

Constance confessed frankly that she did not have the pleasure of the acquaintance of the well-known turfman and first nighter.

She hesitated. Perhaps it was that that Stella liked. Almost any one else would have been overeager to accept. But to Constance, sure of herself now, nothing of the sort was worth scrambling for. Besides, she was wondering how a man with the fight of his life on his hands could find time to lunch downtown even with Stella.

“I’ve taken quite a fancy to you,” pressed Stella.

“Thank you, it’s very kind of you,” Constance answered. “I shall try very hard to be there.”

“I’ll leave a box for you at the office. Come around after the performance to my dressing room.”

“Miss Larue, your taxi’s waiting,” announced Floretta.

“Thanks. Are you going now, Mrs. Dunlap? Yes? Then ride down in the elevator with me.”

They parted at the foot of the elevator and Constance walked through the arcade of the office building in which the beauty parlor occupied the top floor. She stopped at a florist’s stand to admire the flowers, but more for an excuse to look back at Stella.

As Stella stepped into a taxicab, showing a generous wealth of silken hosiery beneath the tango gown, Constance was aware that the driver of another cab across the street was also interested. She noticed that he turned and spoke to his fare through the open window.

The cab swung around to follow the other and Constance caught a fleeting glimpse of a familiar face.

“Drummond,” she exclaimed almost aloud.

What did it mean? Why had the detective been employed to follow Stella? Instinctively she concluded that he must be engaged by Mrs. Warrington.

“I must accept Stella’s invitation,” she said to herself excitedly. “At least, she should be put on her guard.”

That evening, as she was looking over the newspapers, her eye caught the item in the Wall Street edition:

RUBBER SYNDICATE DISSENSION

Break in Stock Follows Effort of Strong Minority to Oust Warrington from Presidency

Then followed a brief account of the struggle of a powerful group of directors to force Warrington, Braden, and the rest out, with a hint at the scandal of which every one now was talking.

“I never yet knew a man who went in for that sort of thing that lasted long in business,” she observed. “This is my chance–a crowd riding for a fall.”

Constance chose a modest orchestra seat in preference to the place in a box which Stella had reserved for her at the office, and, aside from the purpose which was rapidly taking shape in her mind, she enjoyed the play very much. Stella Larue, as the “Grass Widow,” played her part with a piquancy which Constance knew was not wholly a matter of book knowledge.

As the curtain went down, the audience, its appetite for the risque whetted, filed out on Broadway with its myriad lights and continuous film of motion. Constance made her way around to Stella’s dressing room.

She had scarcely been welcomed by Stella, whose cheeks beneath the grease paint were now genuinely ablaze with excitement, when a man entered. He was tall, spare, the type whose very bow is ingratiating and whose “delighted, I assure you” is suave and compelling.

Alfred Warrington seemed to be on very good terms indeed with Stella as she introduced him to Constance.

“You will join us, Mrs. Dunlap?” he asked, throwing an opera cloak over Stella’s shoulders. “Vera Charmant and Jack Braden are waiting for us at the Little Montmartre.”

As he mentioned the famous cabaret, Constance took a little tighter grip on herself and decided to take the plunge and see the affair out, although that sort of thing had very little attraction for her.