When she was gone, Frank realized he had not found where she was stopping, or how he could communicate with her if he happened to meet Daisy again.
“But it isn’t likely I’ll see the girl again,” he muttered, walking on. “We leave the city early to-morrow.”
The meeting with the unfortunate woman had driven the feeling of satisfaction from him. He could not forget her and her saddened, tear-wet face. He was haunted by thoughts of her.
He came to a large building, in front of which hung a lighted, transparent sign, which read:
THE JOLLY CLUB.
DANCE TO-NIGHT.
The sound of music came from the open windows far above his head.
As he paused a moment and glanced upward, he heard a laugh that gave him a start. He had heard that mocking laughter before.
“It’s Daisy Blaney!” he exclaimed.
In a moment Frank had formed a resolution. He would find the girl if she were in the dance hall.