through her back into her heart. At daylight, because she knew her maid would be knocking soon, she mustered strength enough to disrobe and don a negligée and pretend to have just awakened. A cup of strong coffee was her breakfast, and then had come the telephone call from Dudley and his astounding news.
Delaney was unlocking Dudley's cell. "Youse can talk down in the witness room." He was making a great concession. But he was kind of sorry for this fellow, and the lady would be a corker if she weren't feeling so badly. Dudley walked out of the cell and she flung herself into his arms, kissing him, choking sobs. Delaney led the way two doors down on the other side of the corridor and, closing them inside, stepped out to stand sentry at the door.
"Oh, Dudley, what are you doing in this awful place?" she cried when they were alone. She was hoping the reason was not what she feared, that he had not by any chance become involved in her own great trouble.
Dudley Drake was one of those perhaps fortunate people who frequently lose their heads completely in the face of petty annoyances but who in the midst of important crises are able to summon forth an unnatural calm that leaves the mind free to function and keeps the emotions firmly in check.
