“Personally,” he continued, “I’d rather she took a kid that had made a few kinds of fool of himself and got over it than one that city glitter was going to get some time after he married, maybe. Millie’s got a heap o’ sense. She might see it the same way—and then, again, she mightn’t, dependin’ upon whether the fool kid acted like he’d got over it or not.”
“Listen, judge,” said Curly. “From the minute she ’lowed she was going to eat with Jack Marling, I’ve been looking at things different. I don’t s’pose she could understand that starting right out to try to find another lady was a sort of—a sort of getting square, as you might say.”
“I don’t suppose she could—not right away,” Pres replied. “But time and good fruits of repentance has given her confidence in many a hawse that was a right bad bronc when she first forked him. So long, son! Don’t go to frettin’ too much—about anything.”
Out on the street again, Campbell said to Graney:
“What sort of place is that Monaco Cabaret?”
“Bum!” the detective answered. “But prosperous. The gang that hangs out there has plenty money, these days.”
“Bootleggers among ’em, maybe?”
“And hijackers and a few other things. And sports that like to travel with ’em.”
“Just between ourselves, did you ever hear of a young lady named Pearl Florrine?”