Locke carefully noted the address, then leaned back in his cab to await developments.
Paul was taken to the third floor and there was admitted to a gorgeous apartment.
"I thought you'd never get here," languidly greeted the feline De Luxe Dora.
She led him to a chaise-longue seductively, taking care, however, that he should see a pile of unpaid bills that lay upon a table near it.
Paul was not entirely at his ease and wasted no time in coming to the point.
"Look here, Dora," he began; "I know you can't run this shack on air. I got your note this morning. I've been busy and I've got an idea. I've made up my mind to take a couple of those inventions the company owns and sell them. It means coin."
Dora's eyes gleamed avariciously.
"Be patient," Paul added, "and I'll have you swimming in gold."
At this juncture three young fellows of the cabaret type, better known as "lounge lizards," were admitted to the apartment.
Paul cast a glance at Dora which clearly spelled jealousy and reproach. He knew the fellows. In fact, there were few denizens of the underworld whom he did not know. Concealing his vexation, he tried to greet them easily.