“Well, then—”
“The time is growing short,” she said.
“Isn’t it, though?” Malone said, feeling a little mystified. “Well, now. Goodbye. I’ll see you soon.”
“Goodbye,” she said.
Another second passed.
“Your plane—” Malone started.
“How about yours?” she said.
“I’m all right,” Malone said nervously. “But if your plane’s leaving in ten minutes you’d better get on it.”
“I intend to,” she said, without moving.
“Well—” Malone started.