He, if any one, would know Masters'
address. But how meet him? He did not go in Society, and she had
never seen him since. She could think of no excuse to ask him to
call. Nor was it possible--to her, at least--to write a note and ask
him for information outright.
But by this time she was desperate. See Holt she would, and after a
few moments' hard thinking her feminine ingenuity flashed a beacon.
Holt was one of the sub-editors of his newspaper and although he had
been about to resign and join Masters, no doubt he was on the staff
still. Madeleine remembered that Masters had often spoken of a French
restaurant in the neighborhood of the _Alta_ offices, patronized
by newspaper men. The cooking was excellent. He often lunched there
himself.
She glanced at her watch. It was one o'clock. She walked quickly
toward the restaurant.
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She entered in some trepidation. She had never visited a restaurant
alone before. And this one was crowded with men, the atmosphere thick
with smoke. She asked the fat little proprietor if she might have a
table alone, and he conducted her to the end of the room, astonished
but flattered. A few women came to the restaurant occasionally to
lunch with "their boys," but no such lady of the haut ton as this.
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