“No!�
“But then you’ll be clean! You can come to me with open hands, and I’ll be here. Crime has had its day!�
Fay moved toward the window. “Good-by,� he said, lifting up the sash and peering out. “Good-by, Saidee,� he added as he glanced back in the half-gloom.
“Where are you going?�
“Somewhere to think it over.�
She glided over the rug and reached for his arm. Her face pressed close to his. He felt her hot breath. Her eyes burned a message into his own.
“You’re going to square it?� she whispered tensely.
“I’ll think it over.�
“You’re going to square it?� she repeated as her fingers clutched tighter about his sleeve.
“Yes,� he said hesitatingly.