"Yes," she replied, "I've had one of the agents of our Anti-Drug
Society, a social worker, investigating the neighborhood."

Kennedy nodded for her to go on.

"I've even investigated myself a little, and now I want to employ
some one to break the thing up. My husband had heard of you and so
here I am. Can you help me?"

There was a note of appeal in her voice that was irresistible to a
man who had the heart of Kennedy.

"Tell me just what you have discovered so far," he asked simply.

"Well," she replied slowly, "after my agent verified the contents
of the letter, I watched until I saw this girl--she's a mere
child, as I said--going to a cabaret in the neighborhood. What
struck me was that I saw her go in looking like a wreck and come
out a beautiful creature, with bright eyes, flushed cheeks, almost
youthful again. A most remarkable girl she is, too," mused Mrs.
Sutphen, "who always wears a white gown, white hat, white shoes
and white stockings. It must be a mania with her."

Mrs. Sutphen seemed to have exhausted her small store of
information, and as she rose to go Kennedy rose also. "I shall be
glad to look into the case, Mrs. Sutphen," he promised. "I'm sure
there is something that can be done--there must be."

"Thank you, ever so much," she murmured, as she paused at the