"It's a peculiar situation," shrugged Carton. "There is another
man. As nearly as I can make out there is a fellow named Brodie
who does a dance with her. But he seems to annoy her, yet at the
same time exercises a sort of fascination over her."
"Then she is dancing at the Mayfair yet?" hastily asked Craig.
"Yes. I told her to stay, not to excite suspicion."
"And Haddon knows?"
"Oh, no. But she has told us enough about him already so that we
can worry him, apparently, just as what he can tell us would worry
the others interested in the hotels. To tell the truth, I think
she is a drug fiend. Why, my men tell me that they have seen her
take just a sniff of something and change instantly--become a
willing tool."
"That's the way it happens," commented Kennedy.
"Now, I'll go up there and meet Haddon," resumed Carton. "After I
have been with him long enough to get into his confidence, suppose
you two just happen along."
Half an hour later Kennedy and I sauntered into the Prince Henry,
where Carton had made the appointment in order to avoid suspicion
that might arise if he were seen with Haddon at the Mayfair.
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