"I hope so. He didn't speak, did he? You can see by the way he acts he don't want us around—even now."
"It doesn't matter what he wants—it's what he does."
"You don't think he can save her?"
"He might—and I don't want her saved this time, Hicks, you understand. I can't afford it this time. I've said too much."
"Well?"
"Where did you get this runabout?"
"Upper East Side—private party; I didn't want to do any business near home."
"That's right."
"How much is this machine worth?" asked Owen irrelevantly.
"Oh, six or seven hundred—it ain't new. Why?"