"Listen," she said; "I told you I wanted you to do something for me an' you gave your word you'd do it.—Will you?"
"Of course I will, only I'm thinking a little about myself."
"This will help you, too."
"What do you want?"
Violet drew a long breath.
"I want you to go over to the avenue right away," she said, "and buy me a long cloak and a hat and bring them back, and then take me out of here without a word to anybody. You needn't walk more'n three squares with me, an' then I won't bother you no more."
Dyker drew away and whistled softly. His face grew quite composed again. The heavy lids fell over his eyes.
"So that's it, is it?" he asked.
"I want to get away," said Violet.
"And so you've cooked up this little mess of lies to make me the goat, eh?"