“Why, a—a Raid. There’s just one kind. The cops come in and pretty soon the music stops and——”
“Where?”
“’Xpect me to tell? Oh, well, then—Place called the Yellow Mill.”
“Oo, gee! Were you alone?”
“Was I alone! Don’t be such a dumb-bell. Of course I wasn’t alone. Do you suppose a fellow goes to those cabarets alone? Why, they wouldn’t let him in!”
“Then who was with you?”
“Never you mind. Some other men and some girls.”
“What girls? Anyone in school?”
“Maybe and maybe not.”
“Honest? Then it was. I’ll bet it was Eleanor.”