“Can’t you do something?” Ansell appealed to me.
I was already racking my brains, “I don’t think so,” I said at last. “You see, she ain’t interested in the reward any more.”
“What?” Bogle said, sitting up. “What about us? Ain’t we considered?”
“That’s up to you, Myra,” I said, looking over at her. “Don’t you see we can’t claim the reward?” she said. “We’re not entitled to it.”
“It wouldn’t be honest,” I said, grinning at Bogle.
“Wouldn’t be what?” he snarled, growing red in the face. “What’s this… a gag?”
“I’m afraid our Myra’s become honest overnight,” I said. “A girl’s got to have her conscience, you know.”
“Yeah?” Bogle bellowed, “I’ll tell you something. She’s trying to gyp us!”
“You can believe what you like,” Myra said quietly, “but I’m not having anything to do with it. I want to go somewhere quiet and wait until the end of the month.”
I thought of all the publicity I’d lose and I thought of Maddox. What he’d do to me if I didn’t get this kid back to New York would be nobody’s business.