justice or righteousness in this great city close up those
gambling hells that are sending to ruin scores of our finest young
men--and women. You have taken up other fights against gambling
and vice. Take up this one that appeals to women of wealth and
social position. I know them and they are as human as mothers in
any other station in life. Oh, if there is any way, close up these
gilded society resorts that are dissipating the fortunes of many
parents, ruining young men and women, and, in one case I know of,
slowly bringing to the grave a grey-haired widow as worthy of
protection as any mother of the poor whose plea has closed up a
little poolroom or policy shop. One place I have in mind is at----
West Forty-eighth Street. Investigate it, but keep this
confidential.

"Sincerely,

"(MRS.) EMMA DE LANCEY."

"Do you know anything about it?" I asked casually handing the
letter back.

"Only by hearsay. I understand it is the crookedest gambling joint
in the city, at least judging by the stories they tell of the
losses there. And so beastly aristocratic, too. They tell me young
Forbes has lost a small fortune there--but I don't know how true
it is. We get hundreds of these daintily perfumed and monogramed
little missives in the course of a year."

"You mean Angus Forbes?" I asked.