If they've suspected they'll soon forget it when the old lady disappears from the Palace Hotel.

Gee, but she has a nerve." "She is an old cynic.

If she had any snobbery in her she'd be here to-night, rubbing elbows with the women who never knew of her existence twenty years ago, although their husbands did.

It has satisfied her ironic French soul to sit in the court of the Palace Hotel day after day and defy San Francisco to recognize Marie Garnett in the obese Madame Delano, whose daughter is one of the great ladies of the city to whose underworld she once belonged, and from whose filthy profits she derives her income.

Good God!" He sat forward and clutched his head, but Spaulding, who had drawn out his watch, tapped him on the shoulder.
"Come on," he said.