The smile set just a trifle.
“Katie, some one has written my name out on the street, in chalk. It's with Dr. Wilson's, and it looks so silly. Please go out and sweep it off.”
“I'm about crazy with their old chalk. I'll do it after a while.”
“Please do it now. I don't want anyone to see it. Is—is Mr. K. upstairs?”
But when she learned that K. was upstairs, oddly enough, she did not go up at once. She stood in the lower hall and listened. Yes, he was there. She could hear him moving about. Her lips parted slightly as she listened.
Christine, looking in from her balcony, saw her there, and, seeing something in her face that she had never suspected, put her hand to her throat.
“Sidney!”
“Oh—hello, Chris.”
“Won't you come and sit with me?”
“I haven't much time—that is, I want to speak to K.”