“You’re a woman, Miss Masters,” he said, “you ought to know all the feminine quirks. Now it’s up to you. Who’s Mary Randall?”
“Mary Randall is a wealthy girl,” said Miss Masters calmly. “She has grown weary of the foolish methods you men have employed in attacking the vice problem. Convinced of your total incompetence she has started out really to do something.”
“What does she want?” snorted John Boland.
“She said in a printed letter,” replied Miss Masters, “that she wanted to put several property owners and crooked senators in jail.”
Grogan was impressed by this statement.
“Do you want to buy the rest of my South Side property, John?” he inquired of Boland.
“Doesn’t she know she’s disturbing business?” asked Boland of Miss Masters, ignoring Grogan.
“Mary Randall also said,” the girl replied, “that the greatest business in the world is that of redeeming ‘Little Lost Sisters.’”
“You see, you see,” said Grogan, “the farther you go, John, the more punches you get.”
“I haven’t time to bother with this foolishness,” said Boland. “I’ve got a big contract on with the Simmons people.”