"Wait a minute."
She left him at the door and was back in a moment, slipping into her coat and cramming her hat onto her head. Her little gun was in its holster at her side, under her coat.
"Now we'll go."
The Italian was scuttling down the stairs in front of her, and she followed quickly. There was a closed car standing by the curb, and Gugliemi opened the door for her. She stepped in, and he followed, and the car began to move off almost at once.
It was only then that she saw that thin gauze blinds were drawn across all the windows. She sat quite still.
"What are those curtains doing?"
"You must not see where we go. It would be dangerous for you to see."
She sat in silence, with a delirious kaleidoscope of conflicting speculations whirling over in her brain. She was sure only of one thing, and that was that she had been incredibly stupid. She peered at the man beside her, but he was gazing steadily ahead, and seemed to have temporarily forgotten her existence.
Presently, when her watch told her they had been driving for nearly half an hour, Gugliemi spoke:
"We arrive. You must let me put this over your eyes."