"She is an old cynic. If she had any snobbery in her she'd be here

to-night, rubbing elbows with the women who never knew of her existence

twenty years ago, although their husbands did. It has satisfied her

ironic French soul to sit in the court of the Palace Hotel day after day

and defy San Francisco to recognize Marie Garnett in the obese Madame

Delano, whose daughter is one of the great ladies of the city to whose

underworld she once belonged, and from whose filthy profits she derives

her income. Good God!"

He sat forward and clutched his head, but Spaulding, who had drawn out

his watch, tapped him on the shoulder.

"Come on," he said. "Time's gettin' short. The stunt is to be pulled off

just before supper."




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