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 caved right in. I tried to tell him it was your table, sir, but she yelled out it was none o' my business, and asked the fellow to sit down. He sat down all right. Then he kissed her. He's got a look in his eyes. ..

I know, said Paul. Does he bring girls here often?

Never, sir. He's always alone and he never picked one up here before. He's a strange case, and he's very strong when he's drunk.

They were interrupted by a furious hubbub in the hall.

You'll let us go upstairs, a man's voice was shouting. I've got a warrant.

I'll tell the cockeyed world we'll go upstairs, a woman shrieked.

What is it? Paul demanded. A raid?

It looks like they're after the girl, sir. Trying to get something on her. If it was federal agents they'd come in here first. You're in luck to be out of it, sir.

Paul grinned. The turn affairs had taken was food for amusement. Apparently, Wintergreen was at last losing her chastity without any trouble on his part, and, fortuitously, he was evading some kind of legal wrath. He lighted a cigarette.

Come on, he urged the waiter. I want to see the fun.

He led the way to the corridor. The search party had ascended the stairs and at present were audibly