“I didn’t know but it might be bad news.”
“There’s nobody to send me bad news except you and Abbie.” She opened the telegram. It was an invitation from Polly to come back to sanity and a big dance at the Hotel Washington. She smiled. “I wonder if I’ll ever dance again.”
Davidge was tired from the climb. He dropped to the seat occupied by the chauffeur of the crane. He rose at once with an apology and offered his place to Mamise.
She shook her head, then gave a start:
“Great Heavens! that reminds me! That seat of yours I took on the train from New York. I’ve never paid for it.”
“Oh, for the Lord’s sake––”
“I’m going to pay it. That’s where all the trouble started. How much was it?”
“I don’t remember.”
“About two dollars now.”
“Exactly one then.”