Crushed in one place, they rose again in another.
There was the electric sign--"Lustgarten." Even a cursory glance told them that it included a saloon on the first floor, with a sort of dance hall and second-rate cabaret.

Above that was a hotel.

The windows were darkened, with awnings pulled down, even on what must have been in the daytime the shady side.
"Shall we go in?
Are you game ?" asked Constance of her companion.
"I haven't gone so far without considering that," replied Mrs.Palmer, somewhat reproachfully.
Without a word Constance entered the door down the street followed by her companion.
A negro at the little cubby hole of an office pushed out a register at them.

Constance signed the first names that came into her head, and a moment later they were on their way up to a big double room on the third floor, led by another, younger negro.
"Will you send the bell-boy up ?" asked Constance as they entered the room.
"I'm the bell-boy ma'am," was his disconcerting reply.
"I mean the other one," replied Constance, hazarding, "the one who is here in the day time." "There ain't no other boy, ma'am.

There ain't no--" "Could you deliver a note for me at a tea room in New York to-morrow ?" interrupted Constance, striking while the iron seemed hot.
The boy turned around abruptly from his busy occupation of doing something useless that would elicit a tip.