Mary Randall realized that she was playing a dangerous game. She had placed herself in Druce"s power because taking that risk had seemed to her the best way to gather evidence against the Cafe Sinister. She had not acted without laying her plans carefully. Her whole campaign for the week that she was to be in Druce"s dive had been mapped out before she set foot so unexpectedly inside his door.
The girl depended upon two things for protection. First was Druce"s fear of the power of John Boland. She believed that the man would not dare to use physical violence against her if he thought she was what she had represented herself to be--John Boland"s agent. Second was his desire for a renewal of the lease to the cafe. Mary was confident that Druce would plot against her but she was equally sure he would not move until after the lease had been signed. If both these protections failed, she still had her magazine pistol. And she knew how to use it.
In coming into Druce"s place she had deliberately counted on the ascendancy which she knew her beauty and her air of mystery had obtained over him. She was playing the pander at his own game. It was an extremely dangerous game but she believed she could beat him. And the results would be worth the risk.
Meanwhile her greatest anxiety was to prevent Druce from communicating in any way with John Boland. If Druce should learn through Boland that he had not delegated her to negotiate the lease, that she was in fact Mary Randall, then she would be face to face with a fight for her life. But she was quite sure that Druce would not communicate with Boland. She knew the workings of Boland"s office well enough to understand how difficult it was for Druce to get a word with the master of the Electric Trust and as a special precaution she had put an inhibition upon him not to call at or telephone to the office. Finally, before she had quite finished with Boland, she had arranged with his telephone operator that no calls from Druce should be put on John Boland"s wire.
Mary"s first move after she had been shown to her suite was to telephone to Anna, her maid, whom she had left nearby before making her visit to the cafe. Anna arrived in a short time with a porter carrying a couple of heavy suit cases.
When the two girls were at last alone in their rooms they began preparing for their week"s stay by making a thorough examination of the locks on the doors. They found them secure. Then, closing the keyholes, they proceeded to unpack the suit cases. Out of them they took, besides various articles of apparel, a complete dictagraph apparatus. The transmitter was hidden under a mat on a table in the reception room that formed part of the suite. The wires were carried down the leg of the table and under the carpets to a small closet; there Anna installed a small table, a pocket electric light and her stenographer"s notebook. A small camera was hidden in one of the window curtains. It was focused so as to take in the s.p.a.ce surrounding the table in the reception room. When one of the curtains was raised the plate was automatically exposed and the raising of the curtain at the same time let enough light into the room to take an excellent picture.
With these arrangements completed, Mary began a tour of the cafe building. She found Druce eager to serve her. By him she was guided to every part of the place, meeting the people she wanted to know and learning all of the details of the infamous business in which Druce, Anson and Boland were jointly embarked. For three days she went about these tours of inspection undisturbed. In the evenings she had the women habitues of the place in her rooms, talking to them as if she were one of their own kind and learning from them the squalid stories of their downfall and the part Druce and Anson had played in it. Anna was not in sight during any of these interviews. She was seated at the little table with the dictagraph at her ear, her fountain pen in her hand and her stenographer"s notebook before her. Nothing that was said escaped her.
Meanwhile Druce was having an unpleasant time with Anson. He had tried at first to keep from him the fact of Miss Masters" residence in their "hotel." "The mastiff," however, was not long deceived. When he confronted Druce with what he had learned, Druce with an a.s.sumption of frankness told him of his interview with Miss Masters and attempted to rea.s.sure him.
Anson, however, was by nature suspicious. "I don"t like it," he snarled.
"You"ve let a spy into the house."
Druce tried at first to argue with him. Then he grew angry. Finally he turned on his partner.
"You mind your own business," he advised him, white with rage. "I"ll manage this thing. The girl"s mine. I"m going to have her. Keep away from her. By G.o.d, if you interfere with my schemes I"ll kill you."
Anson was not terrified by this threat. He knew that in any physical encounter he was more than a match for the slender Druce. But he feared to quarrel with his partner. He was too appreciative of Druce"s value to him and their enterprise to want to lose him. He growled a smothered string of curses, but Druce had his way.
Druce had become so much infatuated with Miss Masters that he had thrown caution to the winds. Never before in his life had he been under the influence of any woman. Now that such an influence had seized him he was overwhelmed by it. He had arrived perilously close to the point where, if he had known the true character of the woman he was sheltering, his infatuation would have led him to risk the danger merely to have her near him. His thoughts were on her constantly, his mind busy during every waking hour on schemes for, entrapping her.
Mary had taken up her abode in the Cafe Sinister on Monday. On Thursday she sent for Druce. He came to her suite eagerly.
He found Miss Masters sitting at the table in the reception room. He sat down opposite her and facing the window at her invitation.
"Druce," said the girl, "I"ve sent for you because I want to close that deal for the girls I spoke to you about."
"The girls you"re going to take back to St. Louis?"
"Yes, I"ll want five or six."
"You"ve been looking over my stock?" said Druce with a leer.
"Yes," replied Miss Masters, concealing her repulsion.
"Well, I guess we can come to terms. Who do you want?"
"I only care for four of the girls I have seen," replied Miss Masters. "I want that little girl, Maida, the blonde girl you call Luella, Clara, and that young brunette, Esther."
"Gee," said Druce, "you don"t want much, do you? Why those are the youngest and prettiest girls we"ve got in the place. That Luella has only been in the district three weeks. All the rest of them are new ones."
"I know it. That"s why I want them."
"They"ll cost you money."
"I expect to pay money for them."
"I want $200 apiece for those four girls." The price was high. Druce thought Miss Masters would reject it.
"Very well," returned Miss Masters. "That will be $800."
"You"re willing to pay it?"
"Yes. I"m going to spend $1,000 with you."
"Four ain"t enough?"
"No, I"m going to take two more, if I can get them. You say you expect to have these Welcome sisters?"
"Sure, I"ll have them."
"Well, you told me you didn"t want to run the risk of keeping them around Chicago. I"ll take them off your hands."
"You expect to get them for $200?"
"Certainly. You don"t know yet that you can deliver. Has the one you married come back?"
"Oh, I"ll deliver."
"I"m not as sure of that as you are, but I"m willing to speculate on it.
I"ll make you this proposition. I"ll write you a check for $1,000 and take my chance on you delivering the six girls I name."
"No checks go," said Druce.
"You"ll have to take a check if you do business with me."
Druce considered. He wanted the $1,000. He did not want to quarrel with Miss Masters. He capitulated.
"Write the check," he said.
Miss Masters took a check-book from a drawer and drew a check, payable to Druce. She handed it to him. He looked at the paper doubtfully.
"I"ll have to indorse that," he said.
Miss Masters laughed.
"Certainly," she said, "you"ll have to indorse it unless you want to keep it as a souvenir." She smiled at him. "Druce," she said, "you"ll never get along in this business if you"re a coward."
"It"s direct evidence against me."
"You don"t trust me?"
"All right, girlie. I"ll trust you." He folded the check and put it in his pocket.