Entirely reckless now, she ran,
bare-armed and bare-bosomed, down the stairs and out into the
street. She had thought to see its finder escaping, but he was
still standing where he had picked it up.
"It's mine," she began. "I dropped it out of the window. I - "
"You threw it out of the window. I saw you."
It was Rudolph.
"You - " He snarled, and stood with menacing eyes fixed on her
bare neck.
"Rudolph!"
"Get into the house," he said roughly. "You're half-naked."
"Give me my watch."
"I'll give it to you, all right. What's left of it. When we get
in."
He followed her into the hail, but when she turned there and held
out her hand, he only snarled again.
"We'll talk up-stairs."
"I can't take you up. The landlady don't allow it."
"She don't, eh? You had that Spencer skunk up there."
His face frightened her, and she lied vehemently.
"That's not so, and you know it, Rudolph Klein. He came inside,
just like this, and we stood and talked. Then he went away.
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