“I thought you would understand me, Carrigan.”
He was breathing hard. She remembered a caption which had been flashed on a Maude Merriam screen.
“I thought you were big enough to understand!”
“My God!” whispered Carrigan.
“What?”
“The rope’s on me!”
“Carrigan, why do you play with me like this?”
“Me play with you?”
“Yes. Is it fair?”
The keen eyes searched her intently. She felt as the duellist felt when the rapier of a foe slithered up and down his steel. The violin started a run.