“Stay around. Marway would like to meet you.”
“I thought he had never been seen by a criminal?”
“You’re not a criminal. You only think you are.”
Fay leaned over the table.
“I’m a dub,” he admitted. “I’ll let you put it all over me.”
“And I let you go free with my best wishes,” said Saidee Isaacs. “Turn for turn, Chester. Don’t write to prisons and give your address in code lettering. I had orders to come here and arrest you—about a week ago.”
Fay flushed. She was gone across the short-cropped turf.
“I’m a dub,” he repeated, “and yet I wouldn’t have had it happen any other way for the world.”
THE END
Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the July 10, 1922 issue of Blue Book magazine.