Chapter 6
THE GIRL gave the taximan an address on Fifth Avenue. She did not explain what Mike’s was and Dene did not think to ask her. He assumed it to be just another speakeasy— he had heard there were thousands of these places in New York; and it was not unusual in his experience of individuals of Rontz’s stamp to find them frequenting the ‘monde où l’on s’amuse.’
Lofty buildings, ruby and emerald traffic lights, and later, the dark verdure of a park, flashed past his unheeding eyes. He was overwhelmed, to the exclusion of every other consideration, by his amazing luck in thus fortuitously stumbling upon someone actually acquainted with this man he had come three thousand miles to see. Cautiously he began to sound his companion about Rontz, watching, as he placed his seemingly idle que
