done the same to them without any more compunction than they showed. And they always took care not to harm innocent bystanders.
When the cabaret's gayety was at its height in the wee hours, Tony saw Katherine Merton, the mysterious girl who, in the guise of a newspaper reporter, had visited him at headquarters and questioned him at length about many things. She was seated now on the other side of the club, attired in a somewhat daring evening gown of flashing sequins, and escorted by a dark, handsome man in a dinner jacket, whose general appearance, somehow, was anything but reassuring to Tony.
He wondered suddenly why she was here, if there was anything behind her presence beyond participation in the general gayety. The possibility worried him. He wondered if she had seen him, and hoped she had not.
"Say, Baby," he said, "do you know that dame over there, the one with the diamond dress?"
Jane turned and her glance searched the room. When she finally saw the mysterious girl, her eyes widened and she bit her lip.
"No," she answered sharply. Then: "Let's go!"
Puzzled, Tony escorted her from the club. He knew she had lied. But why? Newsboys were
