But Hugo's price was twelve and eleven.
And the whole-page advertisements were a solid blazing mass of such
jewels.
The young and pretty girl who had known that she would 'do it' hastened
with assured steps, and as quickly as the jostling multitudes would
allow, to the fur department. She was in pursuit of one of the silvered
fox-stoles with real brush at each end. She had her husband's
permission--nay, his command--to purchase a silvered fox-stole at a
guinea--if she could. On the way to her goal she encountered by chance
Simon Shawn, and it occurred that a temporary block compelled her to
halt before him. The two gazed at each other, and Simon looked away,
flushing. It was plain that, though acquainted, they were not on
speaking terms. The fact was, that their silence covered a domestic
drama--a drama which had arisen as the consequence of a great human
truth--namely, that even detectives will marry.
It will be remembered that on a certain morning in July, after Hugo had
finished pasting a notice on a mirror in one of the common rooms, in the
presence of a pink-aproned waitress, Albert Shawn entered, and kissed
the pink-aproned waitress. So far as possible, whom Albert Shawn kissed
he married, and he had married the waitress just the week before
Christmas, and this was she.
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