it, although he took it from his pocket while he was standing at the door, and entered carrying it in his hand. He merely asked to see the furnished room that was advertised for rent by a printed card on the door jamb; and he found this room not at all to his liking.
When he returned to Barney and they started back to the hotel, he preserved a thoughtful silence. “I don’t know whether we can get away with it or not,” he said, at last. “She plays a great game.”
“What do I have to do next?” Barney asked, expectantly.
“Nothing but keep your mouth shut,” he replied. “If there ’s anything going to be done, she ’ll do it.”
Barney had been relieved to escape from the sight of her. He did not relish the prospect of returning. He said, disparagingly: “What do you want her for?”
And Babbing answered: “The less you know about that, the better. Give me the
