CHAPTER IV.
THE GAMBLERS "Won't you come over to see me to-night?
Just a friendly little game, my dear--our own crowd, you know." There was something in the purring tone of the invitation of the woman across the hall from Constance Dunlap's apartment that aroused her curiosity.
"Thank you.

I believe I will," answered Constance.

"It's lonely in a big city without friends." "Indeed it is," agreed Bella LeMar.

"I've been watching you for some time and wondering how you stand it.

Now be sure to come, won't you ?" "I shall be glad to do so," assured Constance, as they reached their floor and parted at the elevator door.
She had been watching the other woman, too, although she had said nothing about it.
"A friendly little game," repeated Constance to herself.