The ignoble use of the parlor frontage as a modiste's shop, attracted him as he vainly waited for a reply to his repeated ringing.
All that he could gain from a pert shop-girl was the news that the house was shut up, and that no one lived there.
The judicious use of a two-dollar bill brought as a harvest the news that it had been used as a private club for men and that it had been recently closed.

"Ask in the saloon--the "Valkyrie"-- next door.

They are the landlords," said the girl as she returned to her ribbons.

The acute lawyer, whose years of active practice had opened his eyes to many of the mysteries of the inside life of New York, Detroit and Chicago, was not deceived by the decorous white enamel shutters.
"I have done enough for one day," he mused.

"I have kept my temper, and Ferris suspects nothing.