He grinned as he took in the blue mite. “Better go and phone your garage, Miss. I’ll take care of it till you get back.”
Sallie dropped his arm.
“
Why, I—I haven’t any—”
“What?”
“Garage.”
“What do you do with it at night? Take it to bed with you?”
“N-nothing. It—it’s new. I—I never thought—”
“Then find some place to put it—quick. They’ll send you a man—”
Sallie stood stock still as the car, then turned on her heel and dashed in the direction of the brownstone house. On the top step she dropped.