Adele was one.

It was not Adele who danced.

It was the dope.
Constance was determined to speak.
"You remember that man the girls spoke of ?" she began.
"Yes.

What of him ?" asked Adele with almost a note of defiance.
"Well, I really DO know him," confessed Constance.

"He is a detective." Constance watched her companion curiously, for at the mere word she had stopped short and faced her.