“Oh, yes; if it was the other way, now, if women did it, he might try to put it up to a man, to shield the girls. But if he wrote that, it’s so, of course. Must have been some of those skylarking kids, and yet, it ain’t likely, is it now? Some vamp, I should say.”
“That’s it! Not a young chorus chicken, but an older woman, or women. Adventuresses, you know.”
“Yes, that’s what I mean. I suppose your first move is to trail his steps of last evening.”
“Yes, and I must get about it before the trail gets cold. I’ve so many ways to look. You know, Peters, he wasn’t liked by the girls of this house.”
“Well do I know that,—and small wonder. The girls in this house are as nice a bunch of young ladies as ever lived. And the tenants are decent men,—they don’t chuck an elevator girl under the chin or try to kiss her every time they ride up or down in her car alone with her!”
“And Sir Herbert did?”
“That he did! I heard it time and again. All the girls were right down mad about it. They’re not that sort of girls.”
“But I suppose they’re not the sort of girls to stab him in their righteous wrath?”
“Oh, good Lord, no! Though there’s one of ’em, now,——”
“Which one?”