There were other
reasons, too. Herman would be arrested, and she would be called
to testify. She had known. She had warned Mr. Spencer. The gang,
Rudolph's gang, would get her for that.
She knew where they were now. They would be at Gus's, in the back
room, drinking to the success of their scheme, and Gus, who was a
German too, would be with them, offering a round of drinks on the
house now and then as his share of the night's rejoicing. Gus,
who was already arranging to help draft-dodgers by sending them
over the Mexican border.
She would have to go back, to get in and out again if she could,
before Herman came back. She had no clothes, except what she stood
up in, and those in her haste that night were, only her print
house-dress with a long coat. She would have to find a new position,
and she would have to have her clothing to get about in. She
dragged along, singularly unmolested. Once or twice a man eyed her,
but her white face and vacant eyes were unattractive, almost sodden.
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