George clung to Molly, and Molly clung to George, like two ship-wrecked survivors who have come together on a wave-swept beach. And the world moved on, forgotten.
But the world will never allow itself to be forgotten for long. Suddenly George broke away with an exclamation. He ran to the wall and looked over.
"What's the matter?"
George returned, reassured. His concern had been groundless.
"I thought I saw some one on the fire-escape, darling."
"On the fire-escape? Why, who could it be?"
"I thought it might be the man who has the apartment on the floor below. A ghastly, sneaking, snooping fellow named Lancelot Biffen. I've known him to climb up before. He's the editor of 'Town Gossip,' the last person we want to have watching us."
Molly uttered a cry of alarm.
"You're sure he wasn't there?"
"Quite sure."