Big Boy approached the desk of the Hussman. "Is Miss Jones in?"
"That would be rather hard to say, sir," answered the clerk, "but I'll try and find out."
"What do you mean by that?" asked Big Boy, puzzled.
"Well, you see, sir—there has been a party going on on that floor, and in her apartment, since last night, and it's only been quiet for about two hours now. There were a few who left, I'll find out if Miss Jones is still up there," as he asked the operator to ring Pearl's apartment, which she did for several minutes, but got no answer.
"I'll go up and see if she is there, and what the Hell's going on," as he started for the elevator.
The apartment door was standing half open—two of the maids were peeking in, and commenting in low tones on what they saw, as Big Boy came up, they moved away.
He pushed the door open, stood looking in at the sight that greeted him—of bodies laying on the floor, piled on the divan, on chairs, and on each other. He started for Pearl's bedroom.
Pearl was laying in Harry's arms on the bed, where they had both passed out hours before. Evelyn was laying on the floor on one side, and Mickey on the other. Mickey had passed out with her hand in the taxi driver's pocket.
Big Boy quivered with rage—he grabbed Harry and Pearl by the arms, and dragged them out of bed, nothing on his mind except that Pearl had lied to him again.