“Lissen here,” said Eddy, at last. “You—you seemed to like—that kid. You—you’ll look after her, won’t you?”
“Yes,” Ross answered.
He would have been surprised, and a little incredulous, if any one had called him tactful, yet few people could have handled Eddy better. He knew what the boy wanted; knew that he needed just this cool and steady tone, this incurious patience.
“Go and get her,” Eddy pleaded. “She’s down at the barber’s—near the movie theayter. Go and get her.”
“All right. I’ll have my dinner first, though. Want me to bring you something?”
“Nope!” said Eddy. “Lissen! I guess the cops are after me already.”
“You mean they’ve—found him?”
“Yep,” said Eddy. “They’ve found him. How did you know?”
Ross did not answer the question.
“Can’t you get away?” he asked.