JAY PUSHED open Henry’s door and strode in. Henry was just going home. He was putting on his hat and admiring himself in the mirror. He looked over his shoulder and scowled at Jay.
“No more tonight,” he said firmly. “Look at the time. I ought to have been home hours ago.”
Jay sat down in the arm−chair and lit a cigarette. “I got something to tell you,” he said; “you’ll be interested.”
“Yeah? Well, I’ve got something to tell you. You can forget about the 22nd Club. Poison’s just been through.”
Jay shook his head. “Oh no,” he said. “I’ve got somethin’ on that Club that’s goin’ to make headlines.”
Henry looked at him keenly. “What is it?” he said.
“Grantham’s mixed up in a Slave Ring. He uses the Club for immoral purposes.”
“You’re crazy. Where did you get that stuff?”
Jay grinned. “That’s what I thought,” he said. “But I’ve got a guy who’s seen and heard things. I’m inclined to believe him. The place wants watching, and maybe we’ll find somethin’ out.”
Henry sat down. “Poison told me to lay off the Club. He’s seen Mendetta and they’ve had a little talk.