Madge laughed. His reply made her snuggle more closely. Then she became suddenly serious.
“How about before,” she said, “back before they put you away? Was there a moll then?”
“Yes,” replied Cliff, “there was. But that’s long ago, Madge. That’s all been forgotten.”
“Gee, Cliff!” the girl exclaimed. “I’m glad to hear that! You’re on the level, all right. Gee, I’m glad I got you here! You’re the guy I’ve been looking for. I’ll ditch Durgan—”
“Later,” said Cliff quietly.
“All right,” agreed Madge. “But it won’t be too long, will it, Cliff?”
“No. Not too long.”
The cab pulled up in front of the restaurant. The driver opened the door. Cliff Marsland stepped from the taxi with Madge Benton clinging closely to his right arm.