don't have to neglect one client to serve another. I'll do
anything I can to help you with the auto cases. In fact, you'll do
better by both clients by joining the cases."

"Dillon," answered Garrick quickly, "you've always been on the
level with me. I can trust you. Consider that it is a bargain.
We'll work together. Now, who was the girl?"

"Her name was Rena Taylor," replied Dillon, apparently much
gratified at the success of his proposal. "I had her at work
getting evidence against a ladies' poolroom in Forty-seventh
Street--an elusive place that we've never been able to 'get
right.'"

Garrick shot a quick glance at me. Evidently we were on the right
trail, anyhow.

"I don't know yet just what happened," continued Dillon, "but I do
know that she had the goods on it. As nearly as I can find out, a
stranger came to the place well introduced, a man, accompanied by
a woman. They got into some of the games. The man seems to have
excused himself. Apparently he found Rena Taylor alone in a room
in some part of the house. No one heard a pistol shot, but then I
think they would lie about that, all right."

Dillon paused. "The strange thing is, however," he resumed, "that
we haven't been able to find in the house a particle of evidence
that a murder or violence of any kind has been done. One fact is
established, though, incontrovertibly. Rena Taylor disappeared
from that gambling house the same night and about the same time