I told her. “It’s this. I bring it to you, alone. I’ll be alone; you must be. You must give me a chance then to talk to you.”
“What about?”
“Can’t you imagine?”
She gazed into my eyes without wavering. “I reckon! You’ll give it back and ask me to give it back again to you—to destroy! All right! That’s a go! I’ll run that chance with you!”
She held out her hand and I grasped it and she grasped mine, firmly and well. Somebody came through; just an ordinary passenger; but of course we dropped hands. When the doors were closed again, she went into her bag.
“Here’s the key to the suit case,” she offered it to me. “Sorry you won’t find more for you to use inside; but there’s a new toothbrush, anyway. Please have it!”
“You’ve another?” We were suddenly particular about little things with each other.
“There’re more in Cleveland,” she replied. “Where do you stop in New York?”
“The Belmont.”
“I’ll wire you my address.”