He felt the glance of the policeman running over him like a chilly insect.
“Friend of yours?”
“No.”
“I shouldn’t, then. She’ll be here again within the month.”
The girl was passing, he saw the swallowing movement of her throat and said with desperation:
“I don’t care. I’ll pay it.”
The blue man’s glance crept about him clammily.
“Come with me, then.”
Young Mellesh followed him out.
“Here,” said his policeman to the one in charge of the girl, “this gentleman’ll pay the fine.”