“I’ll catch him,” I said, standing up.
She closed her eyes.
“Well, I don’t look awful,” she said, “that’s something, I guess. I’d hate to die ugly.”
I couldn’t stand the atmosphere any longer.
“So long,” I said.
“Kill him for me, Cain,” she said.
I went.
Waiting for me in the corridor was Tim Duval. At first, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
“What did you expect?” he said, shaking hands. “As soon as we read about it, I flew up. All the boys pooled the fare. They wanted to come too, but they couldn’t get away.”
“Am I glad to see you,” I said, slapping him on the back.