It
seemed all very risque to me, although I tried to appear to think
it quite the usual thing, though I was careful to say that hers
was the finest of such places I had ever seen. Still, the memory
of Garrick's questioning seemed to linger. She had not expected, I
knew, that we would take any further interest in her story than to
accept it as proof of how careful she was of her clientele.
Garrick was quick to take the cue. He did not arouse any further
suspicion by pursuing the subject. Apparently he was convinced
that it had been Rena Taylor of whom Miss Lottie spoke. What
really happened we knew no more now than before. Perhaps Miss
Lottie herself knew--or she might not know. Garrick quite
evidently was willing to let future developments in the case show
what had really happened. There was nothing to be gained by
forcing things at this stage of the game, either in the gambling
den around the corner or here.
We chatted along for several minutes longer on inconsequential
subjects, treating as important those trivialities which Bohemia
considers important and scoffing at the really good and true
things of life that the demi-monde despises.
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