“No,” returned Peters, “but he was accustomed to finer living in his English home. He’s no brag, but I gathered that from things he let drop now and then. But when he was on a business trip, he didn’t seem to care how things were. He was a good dresser, but not much for little comforts or luxuries.”
“What about his friendships with ladies?”
“Aha, that was his strong point! As a ladies’ man he was there with the goods! He liked ’em all,—from chorus girls to duchesses,—and he knew English ladies of high life, I can tell you.”
“But over here he preferred the chorus girls?”
“I don’t say he preferred them. He went out a lot to fine homes and hobnobbed with some big people. But he was in his gayest mood when he was getting off for a frolic with the girls.”
“As he was last night?”
“Yes; he didn’t say much about it, but he did tell me that he was to take a couple of peaches to dinner, and afterwards see them in a Review or something they dance in.”
“Can’t you be more definite? Don’t you know what revue? Or the girls’ names?”
“No; I’ve no idea. Sir Herbert didn’t mention any names, and of course I didn’t ask him anything.”
“Then, I’ll have to go to the Magnifique to get on with this. First, I’ll take a look around here.”