the luxurious abode he provided, had become wearisome.
She had been friendly with only one man. She had always had the retinue of admiring males that surround every beautiful woman, and she missed them now. She felt that she had become entirely submerged to Tony, just another of his many expensive possessions. His supposed philandering was merely the match that set off the powder.
For more than two hours she brooded over it all, then she made up her mind. First she telephoned Captain Ben Guarino, and had a pleasant chat with him. It seemed reasonable to suppose that having the chief of detectives for a boy friend would be a valuable asset to a girl like her. And then she telephoned Tony at his office.
"I've been very busy to-night," he said defensively the moment he heard her voice.
"I'm sure you have," she assented, and he missed the edge in her tone.
"And say, baby, Moran had an accident."
"Really? Were you there?"
"Yeah. Just got back."
"That's splendid. Listen, Tony, I got a real piece of dope for you. That New York outfit have called a big meeting at Jake's place for midnight
