"At any rate," pursued McBirney, "someone must have been having a
wild time there, for they carried a girl out to the car. She
seemed to be pretty far gone and even the air didn't revive her--
that is, assuming that she had been celebrating not wisely but too
well. Of course, the whole thing is pure speculation yet, as far
as Warrington's car is concerned. Maybe it wasn't his car, after
all. But I am repeating it only for what it may be worth."

"Do you know the place?" asked Garrick, watching Warrington
narrowly.

"I've heard of it," he admitted, I thought a little evasively.

Then it flashed over me that Mrs. de Lancey was leading the
crusade against society gambling and that that perhaps accounted
for Warrington's fears and evident desire for concealment.

"I know that some of the faster ones in the smart set go there
once in a while for a little poker, bridge, and even to play the
races," went on Warrington carefully. "I've never been there
myself, but I wouldn't be surprised if Angus could tell you all
about it. He goes in for all that sort of thing."

"After all," interrupted McBirney, "that's only rumour. Here's the
point of the whole thing. For a long time my Association has been
thinking that merely in working for the recovery of the cars we
have been making a mistake. It hasn't put a stop to the stealing,
and the stealing has gone quite far enough. We have got to do
something about it. It struck me that here was a case on which to