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 Wade was less interested in the performance than in the audience. There was the possibility that the girl might be there, and although he failed to see her there were several breathless moments when the curve of a cheek or the shape of a brown head deceived him. Afterwards, when they walked up Broadway under the flaring white lights, his eyes were busy every instant searching the throngs, peering into cabs and carriages in the hope of finding her. His heart sang happily, for at any instant he might find himself face to face with her. It was only when they reached Rector's that he gave up hoping. He had telephoned earlier in the evening for a table and the fact that their leisurely walk from the theatre had made them late gave the thin cadaverous captain an opportunity that he didn't intend to miss. He seated them impressively and presented the menu cards with his best flourishes.

"You came very near losing this table, sir," he confided to Wade as he prepared