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14 DOPE! made other beings of them. It was thoroughly a worth-while party, his guests told Walter, and he was pleased—very pleased, indeed, if he had suc- ceeded in bringing a few thrills into their uneventful lives—lives, too, made up of many thrills, but little else. But the crowning event was when the Chinaman entered and gave each of them a pipe and a pellet of opium. Walter had fitted up cosy lounges for them to lie in. Soft, clinging curtains hung about them, pink- shaded lamps shed a soft glow, and the Chinaman worked fast and soft-footedly. Luckily the night was long—it was Saturday. None of them had to appear for work on Sunday. So all the rest of the night and far into the next day did they loll there upon the soft cushions and dream—and—well, there are things that cannot be printed even for truth's sake. One by one they staggered homeward, vowing to return—any time—and partake of handsome Walter's hospitality. And they did. For that was but the beginning. Today the Chinaman has increased his output of pipes and pellets. He has two assistants and he holds himself in readiness to answer a summons at a moment's notice to appear at somebody's home and help to make the night short and the dreams long. Today the dope peddlar is a common sight around the streets of Hollywood. And once, not so long ago, the Federal officers called upon Handsome Walter and talked things over with him. They wanted to know if he was the go-between—the man who acted as middleman for the actors and the ped-