They knew what the company could do.
Thus all night long, outside of the club, the soft note of the motor horns arriving and departing wakened the sleeping leaves of the elm trees with their message of good tidings.

And all night long, within its lighted corridors, the bubbling champagne whispered to the listening rubber trees of the new salvation of the city.

So the night waxed and waned till the slow day broke, dimming with its cheap prosaic glare the shaded beauty of the artificial light, and the people of the city--the best of them--drove home to their well-earned sleep; and the others--in the lower parts of the city--rose to their daily toil.
END.