He ignored the interruption. "You'd better come to my room." He took her arm, started off toward the native quarter.
"Please, Mr. Moynahan," she protested trotting along beside him.
"Now, listen," said Jaro patiently. "I didn't kill that gunman. When he lets Peet know that we were together your life won't be worth anymore than Karfial Hodes'."
"Oh," said Miss Webb. Then increasing her pace she repeated with rising inflection: "Oh! Well let's not loiter along like this. Let's get there!"
III
At his room, Jaro locked the door under the girl's suspicious eyes.
"If I were to listen to my better judgment," she remarked dryly, "I would leap out the window right now."
"And probably get sunstroke before you hit the street," he supplemented. "I'm hungry enough to eat a cow, hoofs, horns, and tail." He went to the telescreen and ordered dinners to be brought to the room.
"Am I going to spend the rest of my life here?" she asked.