She shrugged. “Lots of men have girls’ names in their pocket-books. It doesn’t amount to anything.”
Duffy thought she was quite right. “Well, well,” he said, “I guess I’ve come out of my way.”
She went to the door and opened it. “I won’t keep you,” she said.
Outside, Duffy heard a car drive up. “You got visitors.”
He saw a startled look come into her eyes, but she said, “Then you’d better go.”
The buzzer rang loudly. She started a little.
Duffy said, “Can I go out the back way? I’m feeling I might run into trouble.”
She stood hesitating, then she said, “Wait here.” Her voice implored him. The buzzer went again, long and insistently.
Duffy said, “You want me to stay?”
“Yes—I don’t know who it is.”