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Cleopatra left the Colidrome a night or two later more or less at a loose end. For once in a way she had no one to take her out to supper, and she was in no mood just then to go back to the flat at a time of night when London, as she understood it, was just beginning to enjoy itself. She stepped into her luxurious car, and hesitated just a moment when the chauffeur asked for his orders. Then she made up her mind.
She would go as far as the Babylon Club. She would get all the excitement she required there, to say nothing of a mixed and somewhat sinister company, for the Babylon was not exactly noted for its exclusiveness so much as its cosmopolitan membership. There were those who said that two-thirds of the international scoundrels of the world belonged to the institution, and this was no great exaggeration. Still, certain members of society ventured there at their own risk, and the fact that they were rubbing shoulders with the underworld merely added a spice of excitement to the dubious pleasures of the evening.