She was married to Bennie Fulton, the jockey, and they had a boy.

Bennie was ruled off in New Orleans and started a gambling house." "New Orleans! Wait--I'm beginning to remember." Into Gray's mind came an indistinct memory; the blurred picture of a race track with its shouting thousands, a crowded betting ring; then, more clearly, a garish, over-furnished room in a Southern mansion; clouds of tobacco smoke rising in the cones of bright light above roulette and poker tables; negro servants in white, with trays; mint juleps in tall, frosted glasses; a pretty girl with straw-colored hair--"You're right!" he agreed, finally.

"She was a 'come-on.'" "That's her.

She worked the betting ring daytimes and boosted in Bennie's place at night.

Whenever she was caught she suicided.