“Railroad him——”
“That’s not quite the word. You don’t know much about these things, do you? Railroad is a term they use about innocent suspects, and Louis——”
“Oh, Ivy, how can you? Stop! Don’t you love him, too?”
“Oh, in a way. But it’s enough of a way to want him to get off! I tell you he must vanish—disappear. And that big money must be paid, or those people will be after him. You know all about that deal?”
“Yes; and I may as well tell you, I was out that afternoon, in a taxicab with—with Bill Halsey.”
“Halsey! You! Oh, you poor dear.”
“Oh, he was respectful—very decent, in fact. He was to go with me to Mr Gleason—I was expected, you see—and I was to try to persuade Mr Gleason to pay that debt and free Louis from the sharks. I knew Mr Gleason’s price would be my promise to marry him—and—I expected to pay.”
“Well, why didn’t you go to Gleason’s?”
“Because—as we neared there, we saw Louis going in!”
“What time was that?”