and Mrs. James Bacon, New York City," and "Mrs.
Armand Dalberg and maid, Washington, D. C.;" that the Mrs. Dalberg had
remained in her apartments until evening, had then dined in the public
dining room with the Bacons, and the three had then gone to the Opera;
that no callers had been received by any of them, so far as known by the
hotel's officials; that, after the Opera, they had been driven directly
to the hotel and had gone into the Hanging Garden and had taken a table;
that, presently, the one known as Mrs. Dalberg had intruded upon certain
personages of high rank, who were at a near-by table; that, after a
rather prolonged discussion, she had been escorted back to her
companions, the Bacons (who had, meanwhile, remained at their table) by
an Aide-de-Camp of one of the high personages; that the lady in question
and the Bacons, very shortly thereafter, retired to their apartments. At
six A. M.--when the report was dated--they were still in their respective
apartments.
I flung the report on the desk.
"Damn that woman!" I exclaimed.
Courtney sat down, and the inevitable cigarette case came out.
"That's scarcely emphatic enough, my dear boy," he said. "Go into the
next room and cut loose a bit.
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