Ken thought nothing of this at the time, but later he was to remember this man.
A taxi came around the corner and Fay waved.
They sat side by side in the darkness of the cab. Fay leaned against him, holding his hand, her head against his shoulder.
It was an extraordinary thing, he found himself thinking, but I feel I’ve known this girl for years.
He was completely at ease in her company now, and he knew he would have to make a very strong effort to resist the temptation of seeing her again.
“How long have you been on this racket?” he asked.
“About a year.” She glanced up at him. “And Buster, darling, please don’t start trying to reform me. It’s such an old, old gag, and I get so tired of guys telling me I should be a good girl.”
“I guess you would get tired of a line like that. It’s not my business, but I should have thought you could have made a success of anything you took up. You dance so well. Isn’t there anything in that for you now?”
“Maybe, but I just don’t want to go back to dancing. Without the right partner it’s no fun. What do you do for a living, Buster?”
He saw the danger of telling her that. There were only three banks in the city. It wouldn’t be hard to fond him again. He had read enough accounts of professional men getting themselves blackmailed to take the chance of telling her what he did.