Reginald Thomas Maitland Scott

“ And Wentworth did move away, taking a step or two to meet the detective. He had felt the weight vanish from the tail of his coat and he moved so that his body shielded Nita from the eyes of the man who was about to search him.
During the second perfunctory search by the detective, Wentworth looked into the eyes of Mortimer Mack. Both sets of eyes seemed to be smiling. But Wentworth felt something venomous and ugly behind Mack's eyes, especially as the search again ended in failure. He saw the eyes of a man who could smile while he hated— who could probably kill while he laughed. ”

“ The golden lady and the silver lady had risen to attention upon their entrance, ready to express their sorrow upon the departure of two guests.
But Wentworth did not press the button for the elevator, and the metal-coated, female adornments stood at attention, waiting to see what the two guests, so distinguished in appearance, would decide to do. Surrounded by the many mirrors they stood among hundreds of red fires, hundreds of gold and silver female forms, reflected and otherwise. ”

“ Ned Morris caught Wentworth by the arm as he was about to dance away with Nita toward the ballroom.
"Look here, old man," Ned half whispered, "Nita slipped something into my tail pocket. I don't know what it is, and I don't want to know what it is."
"You're a rotten reporter if there's something you don't want to know," remarked Wentworth jocularly. ”