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One day June was walking leisurely along Four- teenth Street when she met Terry Wode coming out of a saloon.

~“A little appetizer,” he murmured, wiping his lips.

“Aren’t you pretty far uptown?” June reproved him. “And I thought that you weren’t going to do any investigating without me.”

Terry was a feature writer whom June had met while she was working on the Clarion, with whom she had often joined forces while on an assignment. Some time before, they had started what they called an investigation of all the saloons, between the Battery and Canal Street and the East and North Rivers. By limiting themselves thus they had hopes of some day visiting them all. (But they had not finished their explorations before prohibition went into effect.)

“Why, it’s only twelve o’clock and you know I never begin ny investigations until two. As I said, I merely dropped in to build up an appetite for lunch and if you'll come in and have a glass of port Pll take you along. You'll have an opportumty of meeting Mr. Hugh Brace, assistant managing editor