Chapter 2
THE MONTANIA had docked. Waring had come down to meet Mrs. Willy Sinsabaugh and her maid; he had helped the vivacious lady through the formalities of the customs, and now the maid and several suit-cases and handbags were in one taxi, while Waring and the pretty young matron were in another.
Mrs. Willy leaned back and sighed.
"There, thank heaven, that's over. Philip Waring, you're a dear, and if I weren't just mad about my husband, I'd kiss you."
"These husbands," growled Waring. "They're always in the way."
"Not to-day," said Mrs. Willy. "The brute! Running off to Chicago the night before I land! I'll make him pay!"
"But it was very important business, Madge," expostulated Waring mildly.
Mrs. Willy laughed. "Just like a man! Defend another man against a woman!"
"And if I
