"They'll pay you out some way," she said. "I know them. They'll
never believe the truth. That was Rudolph, all right. He'll think
we're living together. He'd never believe anything else."
"Do you think he followed you the other day?"
"I gave him the shake, in the crowd."
"Then I don't see why you're worrying. We're just where we were
before, aren't we?"
"You don't know them. I do. They'll be up to something."
She was excited and anxious, and with the cocktail he ordered for
her she grew reckless.
"I'm just hung around your neck like a stone," she lamented. "You
don't care a rap for me; I know it. You're just sorry for me."
Her eyes filled again, and Graham rose, with an impatient movement.
"Let's get out of this," he said roughly. "The whole place is
staring at you."
But on the road the fact that she had been weeping for him made him
relent. He put an arm around her and drew her to him.
"Don't cry, honey," he said. "It makes me unhappy to see you
miserable.
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