"Well," remarked Garrick, as we three made our way slowly to the
coatroom downstairs, "I think we have seen enough of this for to-
night. It isn't so very late, after all. I wonder if it would be
possible to get into that ladies' poolroom on the next street? I
should like to see that place."

"Angus could get us in, if anyone could," replied Warrington
thoughtfully. "Wait here a minute. I'll see if I can get him away
from the wheel long enough."

Five minutes later he came back, with Forbes in tow. He shook
hands with us cordially, in fact a little effusively. Perhaps I
might have liked the young fellow if I could have taken him in
hand for a month or two, and knocked some of the silly ideas he
had out of his head.

Forbes called a taxicab, a taxicab apparently being the open
sesame. One might have gone afoot and have looked ever so much
like a "good thing" and he would not have been admitted. But such
is the simplicity of the sophistication of the keepers of such
places that a motor car opens all locks and bolts.

It seemed to be a peculiar place and as nearly as I could make out
was in a house almost in the rear of the one we had just come
from.

We were politely admitted by a negro maid, who offered to take our
coats.

"No," answered Forbes, apparently with an eye to getting out as