— — —Well, another day was over, and Daisy Arrow had gone to the St. Pancras mortuary, but Belle Adair was alive and alert. She had thirteen shillings in her pocket. She felt now certain of work in the pantomime. Perhaps they would be glad to keep her so long as the Police News and the Morning Advertiser were full of the murder of Daisy Arrow. She would be quite an attraction.
Then this expectant hope was clouded over. Mr. Lode liked to keep up convention, all his young ladies were respectable, the Cambridge was a nice family place, and wasn’t “Puss in Boots” supposed to be an entertainment for children and decent, homely, kindly people, many of whom did not even know of the existence of such establishments as No. 12? The management of the music hall might want the whole ugly affair hushe
