“I came at three.”
I kissed her again at that; I was still bending and had her cheeks between my hands.
“How’d they get you? You take a cab?”
“That’s how they got you?”
“Me,” I said. “But you—you weren’t so easy, were you?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she temporized.
Queer—wasn’t that—how she wanted to show consideration for me? “I should have told you,” she blamed herself, “that they’d be watching the Sencort building, and when they bumped off just guinea pigs, they’d lay for who fooled ’em.”
“I had a tip to skip out,” I said. “But I didn’t start in time. Where did they get you?”
Now she told me, “They took me out of my room by the back way.”