"I shan't stay more than an hour or so; as for the girl, give her another dose of the stuff, and she'll be quiet enough."
At this moment the carriage halted in front of a tall apartment house on a fashionable thoroughfare within a stone's throw of Fifth Avenue.
Farley alighted first, carrying the unconscious girl, and was followed by Miss Hollingsworth.
"Wait for me, driver," he ordered. "I shall need you again in a few minutes."
"All right, sir."
Ten minutes later Farley emerged from the house.
"Do you know Billy Rawlins' place?" he asked the cabman.
It was a notorious gambling house, and the man knew it well, as did most of his fraternity.
"Take me there, and wait for me."
Twenty minutes later the resort of vice was reached. Farley entered, and did not emerge for more than an hour. When, at last, he did come out, his face was flushed with wine, and wore a look of disgust and anger.