Say, they spent some money on this set, all right." It was indeed a rich set, as the girl had said.

It seemed to Merton Gill that it would be called on the screen "One of those Plague Spots that Eat like a Cancer at the Heart of New York." He lighted a cigarette and leaned nonchalantly against a pillar to smile a tired little smile at the pleasure-mad victims of this life who were now grouping around the roulette and faro tables.

He must try for his jaded look.
"Some swell shack!" The speaker was back of him, but he knew her for the Montague girl, and was instantly enabled to increase the blighted look for which he had been trying.

"One natty little hovel, I'll tell the world," the girl continued.

"Say, this puts it all over the Grand Central station, don't it?
Must be right smack at the corner of Broadway and Fifth Avenue.