I can get him in half an hour if you think it
worth while--not here, but somewhere uptown, say at the Prince
Henry."
Kennedy nodded. We had heard of Haddon before, a notorious
character in the white-light district. A moment later Carton had
telephoned to the Mayfair and had found Haddon.
"How did you get him so that he is even considering turning
state's evidence?" asked Craig.
"Well," answered Carton slowly, "I suppose it was partly through a
cabaret singer and dancer, Loraine Keith, at the Mayfair. You know
you never get the truth about things in the underworld except in
pieces. As much as any one, I think we have been able to use her
to weave a web about him. Besides, she seems to think that Haddon
has treated her shamefully. According to her story, he seems to
have been lavishing everything on her, but lately, for some
reason, has deserted her. Still, even in her jealousy she does not
accuse any other woman of winning him away."
"Perhaps it is the opposite--another man winning her," suggested
Craig dryly.
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