Betty smiled then. There was humor in the situation.
“It’s all my fault,” she said.
“What’s all your fault?”
“Oh, I’ll tell you about it—soon—soon.”
“Tell me about it on the way home.”
“But Christy?”
“Oh, Christy be damned!” he said. “Here’s a back way out. You can get your hat and coat to-morrow.”
He led her down a long corridor and out into the street; where he took off his overcoat and gave it to her. They walked around the block and climbed into the car which Charles had borrowed for the evening, from the friend who “notwithstanding his vows of secrecy, was only human”.
Thus, when they started down the deserted street, it was after one o’clock. Christopher Conrad remained behind in the Green Wagon for nearly an hour, where he ordered a search to be made, at large expense, and strode imperiously up and down the room. At two o’clock he called up Mr. Harrow.
RUSSELL W. DAVENPORT.