"A pleasure, Mr. Parker. If you'll go through the living room and take that door at the east end of it, you'll come to a hall. The room at the back of the hall's the one, if you'd like to look at it." She didn't move from her chair.
He went into the dim living room and through the door and down the hall. A mahogany bed with a patchwork quilt for a spread, a mahogany dresser and a huge wicker chair, upholstered in a bright chintz. It was a chintzy house.
He looked out the back window and saw a neat lawn, bordered with flowering shrubs. He put his grip on the floor and came back to the living room.
There were windows along the front of this room and they were open. He could see Mrs. Klein in her chair and a girl standing next to her.
There was no reason for him to pause but he did. He'd heard Mrs. Klein say, "Another meeting tonight, Martha?"
"Yes." The girl's voice was defensive.
"Why—why, Martha? Don't you realize the danger of—oh, Martha!"
"Mother, please. There's no danger. We're careful."
Doak coughed and walked out again onto the porch. The girl standing there was as dark as her mother but slim and long-legged and vividly beautiful.