“And you haven’t done it.”
“The job is under way. You can’t do a thing of that kind in a day. The agreement with the men expired less than a week ago.”
“You think you will bring what I wish to pass?”
“I surely do.”
“Then you needn’t be afraid of Barry Malleson. A thousand of his kind will not keep your reward from you.”
“Thank you, Mary. I knew all along that you were only pulling the wool over his eyes, but this infernal story to-day got me going.”
“Dismiss it from your mind. How far are you going to walk with me?”
“To Main Street. I promised to meet Bricky Hoover at the Silver Star at half-past five.”
“Good! I shall take a car from there to the foot of Factory Hill.”
An automobile turned the corner slowly within three feet of them as they walked. A woman, sitting alone in the tonneau, looked out at them sharply, and turned her head to watch them as she went by. It was Miss Chichester. They both recognized her.