"It is when you come to talk with her and when you observe the company she chooses now—the company she deliberately chooses and clings to—that you appreciate what you've done to your daughter."
Nothing could make matters between them worse, both knew; each wholly hated the other.
"When I found her," Billy continued," she was with Rinderfeld—with attorney Felix Rinderfeld, whom we had to call in that night"
"Where was she?"
"At a restaurant; a low restaurant called, I believe"
"She was alone with him?"
"No; there were four at the table, her roommate"
"Who's her roommate?"
"Was there with another companion. I found her by following Rinderfeld, after having had him watched for a week since I discovered that, when Marjorie left you, she gave Rinderfeld her address. All the time she has been living on Clearedge Street with a girl whom she found demonstrating face creams in some place around there. Her roommate's name is Clara Seeley—anglicized from something else, I believe Marjorie said. She is Polish-Italian and comes from the slums. Marjorie seems to have been supporting herself—or trying to—by peddling a tray of trash called Bostrock's Business Boosters to druggists and cheap clothing stores and garagemen on the west side. She chose the establishment in which she has been living by taking a list of places advertising rooms to rent to a reputable real-estate office and going to the place she was warned against."
"Who told you that?"
