"You'll have to let them in." "Sh!" Suddenly a steady, insistent knocking began at Amory's hall door and simultaneously out of the bathroom came Alec, followed by the vermilion-lipped girl.

They were both clad in pajamas.
"Amory!" an anxious whisper.
"What's the trouble ?" "It's house detectives.

My God, Amory--they're just looking for a test-case--" "Well, better let them in." "You don't understand.

They can get me under the Mann Act." The girl followed him slowly, a rather miserable, pathetic figure in the darkness.
Amory tried to plan quickly.
"You make a racket and let them in your room," he suggested anxiously, "and I'll get her out by this door." "They're here too, though.

They'll watch this door." "Can't you give a wrong name ?" "No chance.