“How should I know that?” and Julie’s big eyes stared haughtily at him.
“By the not unheard of method of using your ears. What did she say?”
Really eager to tell, Julie admitted that she listened in, and that an appointment was made for dinner at the Magnifique. Further details she could not supply.
Whereupon Corson carried out his plan of going to the big hotel at once.
He hunted down the head waiter of the grill room of the night before, and, having found him asleep in his room, waked him up and proceeded to interrogate him.
“You bet Sir Herbert Binney was here,” the man declared, when he got himself fully awake; “he had two of the prettiest little squabs I ever saw, along, and they had a jolly dinner.”
“And then?”
“Then they all went off to the theater, and after the show he brought them back, also two more,—four of ’em in all,—and they had supper.”
“All amicable?”
“Oh, yes,—that is, at first. Later on, the girls got jealous of each other, and—well, the old chap’s a softy, you know, and they pretty much cleaned him out.”