"Shame to take them in October," he remarked, "but people must eat."
"Same's me," nodded Clinch; "I don't want to kill no one, but Eve she's gotta be a lady and ride in her own automobile with the proudest."
"Does Eve know about the jewels?"
Clinch's pale eyes, which had been roving over the wooded shores of Star
Pond, reverted to Smith.
"I'd cut my own throat before I'd tell her," he said softly.
"She wouldn't stand for it?"
"Hal, when you said to me, `Eve's a lad, by God!' you swallered the hull pie. That's the answer. A lady don't stand for what you and I don't bother about."
"Suppose she learns that you robbed the man who robbed somebody else of these jewels."
Clinch's pale eyes were fixed on him: "Only you and me know," he said in his pleasant voice.
"Quintana knows. His gang knows."