would ever come when I would value some tiny white tablets above
anything else in the world, yes, and even above my immortal soul,
I would have thought him a lunatic."

It was getting late, and as the woman showed no disposition to
leave, Kennedy and I excused ourselves.

Outside Craig looked at me keenly. "Can you guess who that was?"

"Although she didn't tell us her name," I replied, "I am morally
certain that it was Mrs. Garrett."

"Precisely," he answered, "and what a shame, too, for she must
evidently once have been a woman of great education and
refinement."

He shook his head sadly. "Walter, there isn't likely to be
anything that we can do for some hours now. I have a little
experiment I'd like to make. Suppose you publish for me a story in
the Star about the campaign against drugs. Tell about what we have
seen to-night, mention the cabaret by indirection and Whitecap
directly. Then we can sit back and see what happens. We've got to
throw a scare into them somehow, if we are going to smoke out
anyone higher up than Whitecap. But you'll have to be careful, for
if they suspect us our usefulness in the case will be over."

Together, Kennedy and I worked over our story far into the night
down at the Star office, and the following day waited to see
whether anything came of it.