"I am at your service, Miss Lee," said Murray.
"You—you are very good, Doctor," she said, and he thought that her lip trembled. "I'll be ready in five minutes."
"Very well. I'll meet you behind the hotel, at my car—it's the one stacked with supplies in the back seat."
She turned and left the print shop. Bill Hobbs looked at Murray bewilderedly.
"What's it mean, Doc?"
"How the devil do I know?" Murray swore in puzzled disgust.
"Looked to me like she'd been cryin', Doc."
Murray swore again, and started for the door.
"Come on and help me throw some things together—put one of those extra gas cans in the back of my car, will you? Fortunately she's full up on everything. And you'll have to get Sandy's money before the sheriff gets it——"
They crossed to the hotel, and while he prepared for the trip, Murray instructed his henchman, whom he placed in charge of the mutual funds, to explain matters to Sandy and to do whatever might be possible.