Fay pocketed the diagram and fingered the little silver greyhound as he rose and followed Saidee Isaacs through the doorway.
She stood near the divan but did not motion for him
to sit down. Her eyes fastened upon his tweed cap close by her own. She gathered her lips into a sympathetic pucker as she asked:
“Have you any money?�
Fay tapped his trousers pocket. “Plenty,� he said lightly. “I’ve money and more money coming. The clinking quid, Saidee! Remember how we went after it, once?�
“We took the wrong road, Chester.� She turned and stared at him. Her eyes opened and studied his silver-gray hair. His keen, white features and rounded chin brought her over the years and then back again.
“You promise me,� she asked, “that you will go straight? That you will get a sleep at some respectable hotel and meet whom you are to meet tonight? That you will remember me on your trip to Holland?�
Fay reached and picked up his cap. He remembered that his overcoat was beneath the hedge outside the window. There was one other matter. He moved close to her side and touched the sleeve of her bathrobe.
“Saidee,� he inquired in a deadly level voice, “when did you see Dutch Gus?�
He had expected a surprise. Her arm grew rigid. Her head turned and flashed the jewels of the necklace till they dazzled his eyes. The olive purity of her face changed to a flushing rage. She swished around, jerked her arm from him and shot a shimmer of fire from beneath her dark lashes.