She leaned over the railing on the roof, calling aimlessly and hopelessly.
“Marie, Marie!”
A moment later she heard a light step below, “Oh, Marie,” she cried and her voice was a sob.
“It’s me, Miss Eveley, what’s the matter?”
It was only Angelo running up the steps to her.
“Angelo, what are you doing here?” she demanded sharply, her nerves on edge.
“Oh, I was just fooling around,” he said evasively. “I thought I heard you calling.”
But Eveley’s nerves were too highly strung this night to brook an idle answer. She caught him by the shoulder.
“Tell me where you have been and what you were doing,” and there was something like suspicion in her voice.
And then suddenly the little bit of foreign flotsam became a man, to give her courage.