“Mr. Brandon.”
He heard a stilted “Oh!” at the other end of the line “I'm coming right up to see you,” he said.
“I—I don't think you—”
“I'll be there in then minutes,” Larry interrupted the startled voice and hung up.
He counted that Maggie, after his sparing her at Cedar Crest, would receive him and treat him at least no worse than an enemy with whom there was a half hour's truce. Sure enough, when he rang the bell of her suite, Maggie herself admitted him to her sitting-room. She was taut and pale, her look neither friendly nor unfriendly.
“Don't you know the risk you're running,” she whispered when the door was closed—“coming here like this, in the open?”
“The time has come for risks, Maggie,” he announced.
“But you were safe enough where you were. Why take such risks?”
“For your sake.”
“My sake?”