“N.S.L.,” Mr. Josie said to me. “No social life,” I confirmed. “You have secrets?” one of the girls asked. She was an awfully nice looking girl and on this profile you could not see the slight imperfection where some early friend’s right hand had marred the complete purity of the line of her rather beautiful nose. “The Cap and I are talking business,” Mr. Josie said to the two girls and they went down to the far end of the bar.
