She nodded.
“Yes; I thought of that. You—you won’t hurt her?”
There was a blank look in her eyes now. Her mind seemed to have wandered off into space.
“The gun,” I said, and snapped my fingers at her.
“Oh, yes.” She shivered, frowned, looked vaguely around the room. “I had it somewhere.”
The nerve was jumping like a frog under her skin. “I think it must be in my bag.”
The bag was lying in one of the armchairs. She moved towards it, but I beat her to it.
“It’s all right,” I said. “I’ll get it. You sit down and take it easy.”
I picked up the bag and slid back the clip.
“Don’t open it, Malloy!”