“I think you ought to go very slow for a bit,” he said, .”you just lie low, and don’t start anything. It wouldn’t be a bad idea for you to get out of town for a little while.”
“Oh no,” she was very definite, “I won’t do that.”
“Okay, but watch your step from now on.”
“When am I seeing you?”
He grinned, but he felt no mirth. “Sooner than you think,” he said quietly, and hung up.
CHAPTER VI
IT TOOK DUFFY TWO impatient days to shake himself loose. Sam and Alice, their nerves frayed, were at last forced to give way to his insistence.
In a new suit, his face still battered, his temper vile, Duffy walked into the street. Sam came along at his heels.
“I feel,” said Sam, “that you’re going to run into trouble so fast we ain’t going to have any time to stick you together again.”
Duffy was walking fast. “You don’t know nothing,” he said shortly; “I feel fine, and I ain’t going to find trouble.”