"Don't go," she said in a low voice. "Don't you know the colonel better?"
"I hate leaving him like this," he said.
"So do I," said the girl quietly. "I've still got some decent feeling left. We're all in this together. We're all crooks, as bad as we can possibly be, and if he's used us we've been willing tools. What is your Christian name?" she asked.
He looked at her in surprise.
"Jack," he said. "What a weird question to ask!"
"Isn't it?" she said with a laugh but a little catch in her throat. "Only we're to be comrades and stick to one another, and I hate calling you by your surname, so I'm going to call you Jack."
It was his turn to be amused. They walked in the opposite direction to that which the colonel had taken.
"You're very quiet," she said after a while.
"Aren't I?" he laughed.
"Have I offended you?" she asked quickly. "Was it wrong to call you Jack? Oh, yes, somebody else must have called you Jack."