“Sure. But how is it the boys let you?”
“Hector told the managers of the meeting that if they wanted him to speak they’d have to let us in too.”
“Good. I’ll be there.”
“And—Billy—” Her hesitation was unprecedented.
Billy’s eyes questioned.
“It’s about the—Erminie Fisher.”
“Well?” This time the eyes warned.
“They’re talking about her—the girls don’t like her.”
“Anything else?” There was a steel-like quality in his voice that Bess Carter had never suspected.
“Yes. She’s working for Jim Barney’s ticket, and you must make her—only you can—make her stop, or Hector won’t win.” She was intensely in earnest now, all her loyalty to Billy fighting for him. “Billy! That girl is no good friend to you, and she’ll spoil everything if you don’t stop her.”