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Approaching him along the walk from the stable were the riders two young women, laughing and talking as they approached the house, and suddenly Jimmy, in his neat white suit, carrying his little tray of milk-bottles, recognized them, and instantly there flashed into recollection the address that Harriet Holden had given him that night at Feinheimer's.
"I intend to keep right on with my work in the plant, Miss Compton," replied Jimmy. "How long do you suppose father would keep you after I told him what I know of you? Do you think that he would for a moment place the future of his business in the hands of an ex-waiter from Feinheimer's -that he would let a milk-wagon driver tell him how to run his business?"
The lieutenant was still asking questions when there came a knock at the door, which was immediately opened, revealing O'Donnell with a young woman, whom he brought inside. "I guess we're getting to the bottom of it," announced the sergeant. "Look who I found workin' over there as Compton's stenographer." "Well, who is she?" demanded the lieutenant. "A jane who used to hang out at Feinheimer's.
The theater was darkened when she entered and, a quick glance apprizing her that no one followed her in immediately, she continued on down one of the side aisles and passed through the doorway into the alley. Five minutes later she was in a telephone-booth in a drug-store two blocks away. "Is this Feinheimer's?" she asked after she had got her connection. "I want to talk to Carl."
"You just had me," Jimmy called back; "but it didn't seem to make you very happy." He could still hear Murray fuming and cursing as he passed out into the barroom, at the front of which was Feinheimer's office. After Jimmy had received his check and was about to leave, a couple of men approached him. "We seen that little mix-up in there," said one of them.
For, as most men of his class, he had a well-defined conception of what constituted a perfect waiter, one of the requisites being utter indifference to any of the affairs of his patrons outside of those things which actually pertained to his duties as a servitor; but in this instance Jimmy realized that he had come very close to revealing the astonishment which he felt on seeing this girl in Feinheimer's and unescorted.
As a matter of fact, slumming parties which began and ended at Feinheimer's were of no uncommon occurrence, and as the place was more than usually orderly it was with the greatest safety that society made excursions into the underworld of crime and vice through its medium. Feinheimer liked Jimmy's appearance.
She asked for Carl because she knew that this man who had been head-waiter at Feinheimer's for years would know her voice. "Is that you, Carl?" she asked as a man's voice finally answered the telephone. "This is Little Eva." "Oh, hello!" said the man. "I thought you were over at the county jail." "I was released to-day," she explained. "Well, listen, Carl; I've got to see the Lizard.
"Well, you be over there to-night about ten thirty and I'll introduce you to a guy who can pull off this whole thing, and you and I won't have to be mixed up in it at all." "To-night at ten thirty," said Bince. "At Feinheimer's," said Krovac. As the workman passed through the little outer office Edith Hudson glanced up at him.
And so they went to the picture show, and when it was over he suggested that they have a bite to eat. "I'll tell you," Edith suggested. "Suppose we go to Feinheimer's restaurant and see if we can't get that table that I used to eat at when you waited on me?" They both laughed. "If old Feinheimer sees me he will have me poisoned," said Jimmy. "Not if you have any money to spend in his place."
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