"He may look like a boy soprano," said the girl dryly, "but I assure you he sings double-bass. It's Babe Riordan, side partner of Spike's, that I brought along. Understand wherever I go the Babe goes too."
"All right," said Pen.
"Well, what do you propose?"
"I'd rather leave it to you," said Pen.
Another lightning-like dart of the black eyes. "Oh! ... Well, a room in a hotel's the safest place. The leading hotel here is the Bellevue...."
"Oh, not there," said Pen.
"Why not?"
"He ... the man I want to tell you about is there."
The girl took three steps to a counter where there was a salesgirl disengaged. "What's the biggest hotel here next to the Bellevue?" she asked.
"The Southland."