“There’s a draught in this joint,” I explained. “These models are mighty light.”
She backed away. “You know I don’t like that old model,” she said. “I just don’t like it at all.”
Clancy, who had got rid of the indignant women, joined us. He was sweating freely and he looked mad.
“What are you pawing that dummy for?” he demanded.
“I’m that kind of a guy,” I said desperately. “I go for dummies in a big way.”
The red-head said, “There’s something about that old model. It’s trying to fly away.” Clancy looked at her suspiciously. “What do you mean… fly away?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “But that’s what it’s trying to do.”
“Pay no attention to her, Clancy,” I said quickly. “She’s not herself to-day.”
Clancy looked at me and then he looked at Myra. “So that’s it,” he said between his teeth.
“I might have known it. So that’s where she’s hiding,” and before I could stop him he’d whipped off Myra’s hat.