THE BRASS BOWL
can fix it,—freight elevator 'nd side entrance. Yeh have the cab waitin', 'nd"
"I'll go with the lady, you understand, and assume all responsibility. You can come round at your convenience and arrange the details with me, at my rooms, since you will be so kind."
"I dunno." Hickey licked his lips, watching with a somber eye the preparations being made for the removal of Anisty's body. "I'd 've give a farm if I could 've caught that son of a gun alive!" he added at apparent random, and vindictively. "All right. Yeh be responsible for th' lady, if she's wanted, will yeh?"
"Positively."
"I gottuh have her name 'nd add-ress."
"Is that essential?"
"Sure. Gottuh protect myself 'n case anythin' turns up. Yeh oughttuh know that."
"I—don't want it to come out," Maitland hesitated, trying to invent a plausible lie.
"Well, any one can see how you feel about it."
Maitland drew a long breath and anticipated
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