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 Keudell, with his molars clamped together, sat regarding her. The thought that he had made a bad beginning did not tend to soften his manner. "What's your name?" he suddenly shot out at her.

Sadie smiled. "What difference does it make?" she languidly inquired.

"Were you not known in Monte Carlo as Cherry Dreiser?" asked Andelman.

"Maybe!" was Sadie's reply.

"And two years ago last April," continued Keudell, "you were in Odessa. What was your business there?"

"I wasn't murderin' any Jewish map-thief!" she announced as she met Keudell's steely stare. The latter's face did not actually change in expression. But there was a ponderable lapse of time before he put his next question.

"Why did you leave Budapest exactly two years ago?"

"Did I?" parried Sadie.

"You did!"

"And yuh're dead sure of it?"

"I am!"

"Then yuh're probably dead sure of the reason why!"