would be to
take a job alongside him and "watch his work." It was the easiest
thing in the world to get a job at Davidge's shipyard; and it was
another of the easiest things in the world to meet Jake, for Jake was
eager to meet workmen, particularly workmen like Larrey, who would
listen to reason, and take an interest in the gentle art of slowing up
production. Larrey was all for sabotage.

One evening Jake invited him to his house for further development. On
that evening Mamise dropped in. She did not recognize Larrey, but he
remembered her perfectly.

He could hardly believe his camera eyes at first when he saw the great
Miss Webling enter a workman's shanty and accept Jake Nuddle's
introduction:

"Larrey, old scout, this is me sister-in-law. Mamise, shake hands with
me pal Larrey."

Larrey had been the first of her shadows in New York, but had been
called off when she proved unprofitable and before she met Easton. And
now he found her at work in a shipyard where strange things were
happening! He was all afire with the covey of spies he had flushed.
His first impulse was to shoot off a wire in code to announce his
discovery. Then he decided to work this gold-mine himself. It would be
pleasanter to cultivate this pretty woman than Jake Nuddle, and she
would probably fall for him like a thousand of brick. But when he
invited himself to call on her her snub fell on him like a thousand of
brick. She would not let him see her home, and he was furious till
Jake explained, "She's sweet on the boss."

Larrey decided that he had better call on Davidge and tip him off to
the past of his stenographer and get him to place her under
observation.

The next day Davidge came back from his protracted journey. He had
fought a winning battle for an allotment of steel. He was boyish with
the renewal of battle ardor, and boyish in his greeting of Mamise. He
made no bones of greeting her before all the clerks with a horribly
embarrassing enthusiasm:

"Lord! but I've been homesick to see you!"

Miss Gabus was disgusted. Mamise was silly with confusion.

Those people who are always afraid of new customs have dreaded public
life for women lest it should destroy modesty and rob them of the
protection of guardians, duennas, and chaperons. But the world seems
to have to have a certain amount of decency to get along on, at all,
and provides for it among humans about as well as it provides for the
protection of other plants and animal