just on the edge of the automobile district and the white lights."

"Yes," encouraged Garrick, "near what ought to be named 'Crime
Square.' Whom were you with?"

"Well, Angus Forbes and I were going to dine together, and then
later we were to meet several fellows who used to belong to the
same upperclass club with us at Princeton. We were going to do a
little slumming. No ladies, you understand," he added hastily.

Garrick smiled.

"It may not have been pure sociology," pursued Warrington, good-
humouredly noticing the smile, "but it wasn't as bad as some of
the newspapers might make it out if they got hold of it, anyhow. I
may as well admit, I suppose, that Angus has been going the pace
pretty lively since we graduated. I don't object to a little flyer
now and then, myself, but I guess I'm not up to his class yet. But
that doesn't make any difference. The slumming party never came
off."

"How?" prompted Garrick again.

"Angus and I had a very good dinner at the Mephistopheles--they
have a great cabaret there--and by and by the fellows began to
drop in to join us. When I went out to look for the car, which I
was going to drive myself, it was gone."

"Where did you leave it?" asked McBirney, as if bringing out the
evidence.