In his wild rage David rose, turned his back upon the dark river, and shook his fist at the great indifferent city.
CHAPTER IX
THE OPEN ROAD
At one o'clock David, still aflame with bitterness, was entering his room when a door across the hall opened and Kate Morgan looked out. "Come into my house!" she snapped in a whisper.
David could not see her face, but her voice told him she was angry. He followed her. Actresses' photographs on the walls, a rug of glaring design, cheap red-and-green upholstered furniture that overcrowded the little room—such was Kate Morgan's parlour. She closed the door, then turned, her eyes blazing, and swore at him.
"A nice time to be getting home! I've been waiting two hours for you!"
For a moment he looked at her uncomprehendingly. "Oh, you're thinking of that robbery. You needn't have waited. I told you I'd have nothing to do with it."
"Drop that bluffing! You know you're in it!"
He started toward the door.