Jinky stopped. From where she stood she could look into the garage, and she was satisfied.
“Go ahead!” she said. “I’ll drop out.”
As she turned back toward the house, he went with her.
“Somehow,” he said, “I feel that where Jinky goes, there must I go, too.”
“Keep it up, Jesse!” said she. “You deserve what you’ll get!”
They found the dining room deserted, with an air of haste and disorder about it. A cigarette smoldered in a saucer, a cup of coffee had been overturned, and a dark stain was still spreading slowly over the lace cloth. Page went into the drawing-room, and Jinky followed. Serena was not there.
He went toward the door again, hesitated, and came back. Jinky had vanished now, through the card room.
“All right!” he said to himself. “Let them have a little more rope!”
VII
Jinky met Serena coming down the stairs. There had been no love lost between these two. They had never been friends, and Serena, with the memory of more than one petty blow dealt to Jinky, expected no mercy from her now. She was about to pass with a vague, strained smile, when the girl stopped her.