"Hello, Ev," answered Grace, as she walked up to the two.
"Grace, dear, this is Pearl Jones. She just came to town, and I'm kinda showing her the sights tonight."
"How are you, Pearl," said Grace, as she offered her hand to Pearl.
"I'm glad to know you, Grace; won't you have a drink with us?"
"I've just got time enough to have a drink, then I've got to get out to the Red Lights Apartments. Three of my girls got into a fight last night, and one got stabbed pretty bad."
"What was the fight over—a man?" asked Ev.
"Sure—that's always the cause of fights down there. One of the girls was caught with the other one's man," said Grace, as she threw her whiskey down, "I'm glad to have met you, Pearl. If I can be of any help to you any time, don't be afraid to call on me. So long, Ev," and with that Grace disappeared in the crowd.
"Say, Ev, I like that old dame."
"I knew you would—she's a pip—that is, as long as you don't cross her. Well, let's shove off from here. There's a lot of bars over on Lysol Lane we ain't been into yet."