Despite Helen’s whisper of warning, Janet never missed a stride. If anything, she quickened her pace.
“Keep up with me,” she replied, “and don’t look around.”
From somewhere behind Janet could hear steady footfalls that quickened as they walked faster.
“Are you sure someone is following us?” asked Janet.
“Positive,” replied Helen. “There was someone back of us on the avenue and he turned onto this street right after we did.”
“But it must be coincidence,” insisted Janet.
“But remember what Curt said about our knowing too much of the mysterious events that went on during the last days of the filming of ‘Kings of the Air,’” said Helen. “He warned us to watch out.”
There was no answer to that for Curt had warned them and Janet was glad that they were near the bright lights of Broadway. She felt safer now. As the noise of that great artery of traffic deepened, they slowed their pace and Janet turned and looked around.
There was no one on the street behind them. She grasped Helen’s arm and both girls stopped.
“There’s no one following us,” smiled Janet. “It was just imagination.”