“My God!” came the girl’s voice again. “You’ll have to let them in.”
“Sh!”
Suddenly a steady, insistent knocking began at Amory’s hall door and simultaneously out of the bathroom came Alec, followed by the vermilion-lipped girl. They were both clad in pajamas.
“Amory!” an anxious whisper.
“What’s the trouble?”
“It’s house detectives. My God, Amory—they’re just looking for a test-case—”
“Well, better let them in.”
“You don’t understand. They can get me under the Mann Act.”
The girl followed him slowly, a rather miserable, pathetic figure in the darkness.
Amory tried to plan quickly.