She had at first given herself to Isadore on a rather intellectual basis.
Isadore had shot his last bolt, it had rebounded on his own head.
The next morning as Yetta went to the office she thought with some uneasiness of meeting Isadore.
But the laugh was on Isadore and he could not turn the tables.
Without waiting for his retort she went on to Isadore's desk.
