“He must have.” Orme held out his hand. “Many thanks to you for saving our lives.”
Then Orme and the girl made their way to the elevator.
CHAPTER XV
FROM THE DEVIL TO THE DEEP SEA
“How shall we go?” asked Orme, as they descended to the street level.
“By train. There is no other convenient way, since my car is at home.” She looked at him doubtfully, and added, “but they will be watching the railroad stations.”
He nodded. “A motor would be safer—if we can get one.” He gave her hand a secret pressure while the elevator-boy was opening the door for them, and as she passed before him she flashed upon him a look so filled with love and trust that the sudden thrill of his happiness almost stifled him.
At the La Salle Street entrance Orme had a fleeting glimpse of the watching Alcatrante. The South American, after one astonished stare, darted away in the dusk. He would follow them, of course, but Orme decided to say nothing about him to the girl.