“You know people follow people sometimes.”
“Yes.”
“I trust you alvays, Marie Louise.”
“All right. Good-by.”
“Goot-py, Marie Louise.”
CHAPTER II
While Mamise was talking her telephone ear had suffered several sharp and painful rasps, as if angry rattlesnakes had wakened in the receiver.
The moment she put it up the bell rang. Supposing that Nicky had some postscript to add, she lifted the receiver again. Her ear was as bewildered as your tongue when it expects to taste one thing and tastes another, for it was Davidge’s voice that spoke, asking for her. She called him by name, and he growled: