“No,” I said. “We can’t go on like this. We’ll all go along to Summers and let him sort everything out.”
She settled lower and then stretched out within my grasp. I pulled her to me and kissed her.
“It’ll be all right,” I promised. “They’ll have to listen to reason.”
Clancy tried to pull himself together. “Can’t you persuade that dame to stand on her feet?” he pleaded. “It’s doing me no good at all seeing her that way.”
Myra frowned at him. “I’m not considering you,” she said. “You’ve never done anything for me.”
“You remain like that,” I urged. “The more people who see you like that the more witnesses we’ll have. Let’s go, sweetheart.”
I took her by her shoulders and began pushing her towards the door.
It must have been a pretty upsetting sight. Myra lay full length, suspended in the air, with her hands folded across her chest. It was like pushing a perambulator that hadn’t any wheels.
Whisky fell in step beside me. “Going through the streets like that, old pal?” he asked.
“That’s the idea,” I said firmly, leaving Myra in mid-air while I opened the shop door.