"Just think," said Pearl, "This time last night I was on this road about this time, but how different it was."
"Well, I've been on this road plenty of times, and no two times have been alike," answered Mickey.
"There's lights coming, Tony, but they are a long ways back, and it may not be the police car, anyhow."
"O. K., Ev, but I'll just keep moving pretty fast."
"Listen, Ev, will you come over and stay with me tonight?" asked Pearl.
"Why?"
"Well, I don't want to spend the rest of the night alone—will you?"
"Sure."
They came into the city limits, but there was no sign of trouble. Tony slowed down to an ordinary speed, so as not to attract attention.
"Listen—" said Mickey, "Why don't you two come and spend the night at our place—we have a furnished house, five rooms, three bedrooms, living-room, kitchen, and all that goes with it—you know the place, Ev, that little brick house me and Betty rented out on Myrtle Avenue. What do you say?"