"Certainly. But since you're here, we can get down to business at once. You have the three thousand dollars with you?"
"Why, no. No, I don't."
"Bankbook?"
"Yes, I have that."
"It's good enough. Tomorrow we can take your identification papers, driving license and so forth, and get the money ourselves. That is, unless they know you personally at the bank?"
Horner said that he did his banking by mail. He supposed they were going to forge his signature, but made no comment because he had decided, all at once, to call the whole thing off.
"See here," he said. "This is a little awkward. But you can trust me not to talk."
"What's a little awkward?"
"I—I've decided not to go through with it," Horner said lamely. "My wife, my friends...."
The girl said nothing. She took two steps forward, placed her arms around Horner, and kissed him. She wore a subtle perfume. She was beautiful. Her lips were soft and warm, inviting. Her lips were hot. Her lips burned....