" He drew
out a roll of money; more nice, new hundred dollar bills.
Shirley remembered that old Van Cleft had drawn several thousand
dollars from his office the night of the murder. Even his
trained stoicism rebelled at thought of drinking a cocktail
bought with this bloody currency!
"You didn't tell me about Grimsby?" persisted Warren, turning to
Helene, with an admiring scrutiny of the girl's charms. "I'm
rather interested."
"You'll have to ask him, not me. After we took a taxi from the
Winter-Garden we had a ride in the Park. So stupid, I thought,
at this time of the year. When I woke up, Grimmie was helping me
into the entrance of the hotel. He was very cross with the
chauffeur and with me, too. Then he took the taxi and went home,
still angry."
"So!" after a moment's silence, Warren continued, a puzzled look
on his face. "What was the trouble? I don't see how any one
could be cross with a nice little girl like you. But to-night,
I'm to have another little party up at my house.
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