CHAPTER XVII
Out in the street again, Tydvil felt a hitherto unknown sense of exhilaration and courage. The world looked brighter. With two whiskies under his vest he squared his shoulders and made his way up Bourke Street with one object in view, "The Red Haired Girl."
As he went he pondered on the coincidence that mixed Billy, Geraldine Brand, and the show he hoped to see. On his way he was saluted by name several times by unknown men, but he flung them a curt "goodnight," without pausing.
He had turned into Exhibition Street. Another twenty yards would have brought him to the door of the theatre, when a light touch fell on his arm, and a soft voice murmured, "Billy! 0, Billy! At last!"
Jones looked down at the owner of the voice, and for the second time that night his heart gave an
