"Do you think he will suspect where we are going?" asked Pearl.
"I don't think so. He will probably figure you will make right for Harry, and that's where he will go, and wait for you," reasoned Mickey as they made their way on up the dimly lighted street to the Popular Bar.
As they neared the Popular sounds of a tinkling piano and drums, mixed with laughing and singing, came to them. The place was crowded with men who had not only come over for their satisfaction of liquor, but to satisfy their baser lusts as well—and this was the perfect place of satisfaction of this sort. The girls were in short dresses, heavily made up, with cheap rouge and powder—they mixed with the men, hugging and kissing whomever put their arms around them, thinking only of the two dollars that could be made upstairs.
"Jees, what a joint," exclaimed Pearl.
"You said it," answered Evelyn.
"Yeah—but you got a chance of making some real money in this place—when these guys are hugging any broad in the place you can always get your hand in the pocket and he never knows just who to blame," said Mickey as she looked the place over for a prospect.
"Well, we might as well get to the bar and start sipping some of that joy water, don't you think?" suggested Evelyn.
"Let's get at it," as they shoved their way through the crowd.
"This place does the best business in town—at least it looks that way," said Pearl.
"Well, they can get rougher and noisier, and just anything goes, and this is some tough mob in here right now."