around the corner and bought him a couple. He wouldnât take Jackâs dough, though.â
âCurious ethics. And I canât say Blythe Stuartâs spent a very enjoyable evening, either.â
âThat wacky dame! Sucker for every phony in the fortune-telling racket. She wonât even take a part till sheâs read the tea-leaves.â
Bonnie came stalking back, her face stormy. The Boy Wonder clutched her arm, looking harassed. He was talking earnestly to her; but she paid no attention, tapping the rug with her toe, glancing about. She caught sight of Jack Royle sitting Buddha-like at the bar and took a step forward.
âHold it, me proud beauty,â drawled a voice, and she stopped as if she had stepped on an electric wire.
A tall young man in evening clothes, surrounded by four beautiful young women, loomed in Alessandroâs doorway. Alessandro looked positively unhappy, Ellery thought.
âYou again?â said Bonnie with such colossal contempt that, had Ellery been in the young manâs shoes, he would have made for the nearest crack in the wall. âYou can spare that alcoholic breath of yours. Heâs got it coming to him, and heâs going to get it.â
âIf this is going to be a scrap,â said Ty Royle in a cold voice, âhow about mixing it with me? Iâm closer to your age, and dadâs getting on.â
Bonnie looked him up and down. âAt that,â she said sweetly, âheâs a better man than you are. At least he doesnât flaunt his harem in decent peopleâs faces.â
The four young ladies surrounding Ty gasped, and for a moment Ellery thought there would be a general engagement in which the destruction of expensive coiffures would be the least of the damage.
âTy. Bonnie,â said the Boy Wonder hurriedly, stepping between them. âNot here, for the love of Mike. Here ââ he glanced about desperately. âQueen! What luck. Darling, this is Ellery Queen. Queen â will you?â and Butcher dragged Ty Royle aside.
âIf Butch thinks Iâm going to let that conceited housemaidâs hero,â said Bonnie, her magnificent eyes smoking, âtalk me out of giving his father a piece of my mind ââ
âBut would it be wise?â said Ellery hastily. âI mean ââ
âPoor motherâs positively ashamed ! Of course, itâs her fault for listening to every charlatan in a Hindu make-up, but a decent person wouldnât expose her that way in front of all the people she knows. Sheâs really the dearest, sweetest thing, Mr. Queen. Only she isnât very practical, and if I didnât watch her like a nursemaid sheâd get into all sorts of trouble. Especially with those detestable Royles just watching for a chance to humiliate her!â
âNot Tyler Royle, surely? He seems like a nice boy.â
âNice! Heâs loathsome! Although Iâll admit he doesnât pester mother â he goes after my hide, and I can handle him. But Jack Royle ⦠Oh, Iâm sure mother will cry herself to sleep tonight. Iâll probably be up until dawn putting vinegar compresses on her head.â
âThen donât you think,â said Ellery cunningly, âthat perhaps youâd better go home now? I mean, after all ââ
âOh, no,â said Bonnie fiercely, glaring about. âIâve got some unfinished business, Mr. Queen.â
Ellery thought with desperation of some diversion. âIâm afraid I rather feel like an innocent Christian martyr thrown to a particularly lovely young lioness.â
â What? â said Bonnie, looking at Ellery really for the first time.
âI talk that way sometimes,â said Ellery.
She stared at him, and then burst out laughing. âWhereâve you been , Mr. Queen? Thatâs the nicest thing Iâve ever been told outside a set. You must be a writer.â
âI am.