Thessalie said:
“I’ve never yet been able to conceal anything from them.”
“Probably, then,” said Barres, “they have traced your luggage and are watching it.”
“Give me your checks, anyway,” said Westmore. “I’ll go at once and get your baggage and bring it here. If they’re watching for you it will jolt them to see a man on the job.”
Barres nodded approval; Thessalie opened her purse and handed Westmore the checks.
“You both are so kind,” she murmured. “I have not felt so sheltered, so secure in many, many months.”
Westmore, extremely red again, controlled his emotions—whatever they were—with a visible effort:
“Don’t worry for one moment,” he said. “Garry and I are going to settle this outrageous business for you. Now, I’m off to find your trunks. And if you could give me a description of any of these fellows who follow you about——”
“Please—you are not to beat up anybody!” she reminded him, with a troubled smile.
“I’ll remember. I promise you not to.”