Mickey called a car—they got Evelyn in, with much trouble, and finally arrived at the Hussman.
"My God, Pearl, what will they think—you dragging her through the lobby looking the way she does," as they were pulling Evelyn out of the car, with the help of the driver.
"I don't know, but I hope they let one crack out of them—that will give me all the excuse I'll need to wreck this joint without stalling."
"Wait a minute, girls," said the driver. "I'll take her up like this," as he threw Evelyn over his shoulder and started into the lobby.
"I'll get her up there and put her to bed."
"Don't you think, Pearl, that if you could get some hot coffee down her it might make her come out of it?"
"I don't know, but I'll try it—" as she said to the bell-boy, "Bring me some hot coffee up here, quick."
"Are you going over to the States after we get Ev to bed, Pearl? You know you've a date over there with Harry."
"Have I? I've been doing some heavy drinking myself—I don't even remember it. Sure, we'll go over there as soon as we give her some coffee."
"Let's take her into the bathroom, and strip her in there, and then put her to bed," said Pearl, as she opened the door for them to enter.