Nora stretched both arms luxuriously. As she sat up, her slip fell back into place and Frank got the impression she hadn't even been aware of her partial nudity.
She stared up at him, clarity dawning in her eyes, "You're all cleaned up."
"I went downstairs and got some things."
"You went out—alone?"
"Why not. We can't stay in here all day. We've got to hit the road and get out of here. We've overshot our luck already."
"But that—that man in the hall last night! You shouldn't have taken a chance."
"I didn't bump into him. I found the place he fixed his hand, down in the drugstore."
Frank went to the table and came back with the cosmetic set. He put it in Nora's lap. "I brought this up for you."
Surprise and true pleasure were mixed in her expression. "That was very nice. I think I'd better get dressed."
Frank turned toward the window where he had left the bundle of teletype clips. "I've got a little reading to do."