“I—I’m interested in the little girl,” he said, half ashamed of this weakness. “I’d like to know where she’s going.”
“Gawd knows,” said Eddy, briefly.
“What do you mean?”
“She can’t stay here,” said Eddy. “That’s one sure thing.”
Again he looked at Ross, with a strange intensity, as if he were trying desperately to read that quite unreadable face.
“If you’re really interested in the kid—” he began.
“I am,” said Ross.
Eddy sat down on the bed.
“I don’t believe you told them, over at the house,” he continued. “’Cause, if they knew, they’d of—”
“No, I didn’t,” said Ross.