"What're you doing here?" I asked her; and she said, "What d'you suppose?"
That was it; what did I suppose? Here she was with me. I was there because I'd run down and showed Teverson those slotted pipes and spoiled the best of Keeban's schemes. Now why should she be here except for the same reason?
"They saw you down on Wall Street," I said.
"Yes."
"I see," I whispered.
"Do you?" she asked me.
I bent at the same time that my hands, which had been holding hers, felt up her arms, over her shoulders and located her cheeks. I held her between my hands and, bending, kissed her. On the lips, it was; I found them fair. She helped, perhaps, a little.
"How long you been here," I asked her, my lips burning like flame; and how I liked it!
"What time is it?" she asked.
"'Bout five when they shoved me in."
"I came at three."
I kissed her again at that; I was still bending and had her cheeks between my hands.
"How'd they get you? You take a cab?"
"That's how they got you?"
