“Don’t you think he deserves to have it? Would you like to do what he’s doing?”
Jason took out his wallet and pulled out some notes. He put them on the table. “I think I’ll go now,” he said, getting to his feet.
She touched the money with a long slender finger. “It is an awful lot, isn’t it?” she said. “Thank you so much. I’m afraid I’ve completely spoilt your evening.”
Jason looked at her. “How the devil did you get mixed up with such foulness?” he asked abruptly.
She looked into the fire. “I guess it was because someone I loved a lot died of it. Dr. Kaufman is the only man here who really understands its cure. But it costs so much. He can’t make progress without money. So I help him as much as I can.”
Jason said: “I see. I think you’re very clever. Do you always take people from places like nightclubs?”
“You mean I’m taking an unfair advantage?”
“It does make one think how much nicer it is in a crowded restaurant than it must be in those wards.” Jason wandered over to the door. “Perhaps you’ll give the doctor my best wishes.”
She got up and went with him to the front door. “I have spoilt your evening, haven’t I?” she said.
He looked down at her thoughtfully. “You know you completely deceived me. I thought it was just a gag about your ethics.”