Molly smiled.
“I remember seeing you—sometimes.”
McEachern burst out:
“Then you——”
He stopped and looked at Molly. Molly was bending over Rastus, tickling him under the ear.
“Let me show you the way out, Mr. Pitt,” said the policeman shortly. His manner was abrupt, but when one is speaking to a man whom one would dearly love to throw out of the window abruptness is almost unavoidable.
“Perhaps I should be going,” said Jimmy.
“Good night, Mr. Pitt,” said Molly.
“I hope we shall meet again,” said Jimmy.
“This way, Mr. Pitt,” growled McEachern, holding the door.