Thayler stood very still, looking at Glorie. Fenner could see he was trembling. He said at last in a low, jerky voice, “I think I’ll kill you for that.”
She shook her head. “Try loving me instead,” she said. Thayler clenched his fists and took a step towards her. “Get out!” he said wildly. “Get out!”
She put her hand to her waist, loosened a catch and dropped the dress around her feet. She walked across the cabin to the big divan in the corner of room. She sat down, and crossing her leg, undid the suspender and rolled down her stocking. She looked up at him. “Show me I’m wrong ” she said, and giggled.
Fenner drew away from the cabin roof and stood up.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” he said unsteadily, and turning, he left the boat and headed for his hotel.
III
Fenner was in Nightingale’s workroom, watching the little man staining a box, when Reiger came in.
Reiger said, “We got a job for you. I’ll pick you up here at eight o’clock.”
Fenner lit a cigarette. “What’s the job?”
“You’ll see.”