I knew that question had been on her mind ever since she had recovered consciousness.
“Lois is here,” I said. “She was pretty badly burned. The Doc doesn’t think she’ll get over it.”
She shivered. “You mean she’s going to die?”
I nodded.
“And Bat?”
“Yeah… Bat. Well, they got him. He ran into a police car. There’s nothing to worry about, darling. He’s fixed.”
I bent down, pretended to fiddle with my shoe-lace. I knew if she looked at me now I wouldn’t have been able to have met her eyes, and then she’d have known I was lying. Lois was in the hospital, but Bat was still loose. I wasn’t going to tell her that.
“You mean our troubles are really over?” she asked.
“You bet they are,” I said, straightening. “As soon as you’re well enough to leave here, we’ll start right in again. You’ll like that, won’t you? You’ll be able to have your restaurant, and we’ll make a pile of dough.”
She closed her eyes, relaxed.