I had a key made from the soap impression, and from the contents of the correspondence we found I learned that Celeste La Rue, the blonde of the Revue, had got some kind of hold on him.

It isn't love, either; it's something stronger.

He jumps when she holds the hoop." "La Rue's mixed up in this deeply, too," Willis cut in.

"Neither one of us could shadow her without uncovering ourselves, so we hired an International operative.

They cost ten dollars a day--and expenses.
What he learned was this--that while she was playing with young Cavendish and seeing him almost daily, the lovely Celeste was also in communication with--guess who!" "Enright ?" Farriss ventured.
"Exactly--Enright," he concluded, lighting his half-smoked cigarette.
"Well," the city editor tapped his desk; "you two have done pretty well, so far.