have done better,â said Calvin Gates.
She leaned nearer to him so that their shoulders touched.
âWhereâs that cigarette case?â she said.
âIt doesnât matter,â he said.
âOh yes, it does,â she answered. âYouâd better tell me or I wonât stop talking.â
âItâs in my pocket,â Calvin said. She was startled. Her eyes were suddenly wide and incredulous.
âDonât say any more,â said Calvin Gates.
Miss Dillawayâs voice was low.
âYou donât care much what happens to you, do you, Gates?â she said.
Calvin Gates smiled at her. âNo,â he answered, ânot very much.â
Miss Dillaway squared her shoulders.
âI knew there was something the matter with you the first time I saw you. What did you keep it for?â
âNo good reason,â he said. âHe asked me to, thatâs all.â
âWho?â
âThe Russian.â
âOh he did, did he?â said Miss Dillaway. âWell, why did you do what he asked you?â
Calvin Gates frowned and looked at the freckles on the back of his hands.
âWell,â said Miss Dillaway, âyou havenât answered, Gates.â
He turned to her again as though he had forgotten her and her question.
âFrankly, itâs a little hard to answer,â he said, âbut I suppose you ought to have some sort of explanation.â
âThank you,â said Miss Dillaway, âthatâs very thoughtful of you, Gates.â
He ignored her remark and looked straight ahead of him, speaking slowly.
âIâm not so worried about the Japanese,â he said, âitâs the others. There must be some others to whom this thing is very important. Itâs some form of a message of course. Those others may still think you have it. Thatâs why Iâm keeping it, Miss Dillaway. In case there is any trouble, it might be better to have it than not. Of course I may be wrong.â
Miss Dillaway glanced at him sideways.
âSo youâre doing this for me. Is that true?â she said.
âPartly,â he nodded slowly.
âWell, you neednât,â said Miss Dillaway. âYouâd better throw it out the window, Gates.â
âPerhaps,â said Calvin Gates, âbut Iâm not sure. They might not believe that weâd thrown it out the window. If they did believe, they might think that we understood about it. I think itâs better keeping it, a great deal better.â
âDonât you think,â inquired Miss Dillaway, and her words were sweetly deliberate, âyou are taking a good deal on yourself?â
âPerhaps,â Calvin Gates agreed. âWeâre rather in the dark. Perhaps nothing will happen at all, but I think you need some help, Miss Dillaway.â
âI havenât asked you for help, have I?â Miss Dillaway inquired.
âNo,â said Calvin Gates.
Miss Dillawayâs color grew higher and she sat up straighter and clasped her hands tightly together. She looked sideways at him and started to speak and paused, and finally her voice had a curious note.
âYou arenât doing this because youâre attracted to me, are you, Gates? You canât be, because youâve hardly seen me.â
He was surprised by the abruptness of her question and surprised because her assurance was gone, but he was startled by his own answer. He had intended to speak lightly and instead he was being serious.
âI saw you last night,â he said.
She turned away from him and looked out the window.
âYou canât be doing this just because you saw me with my hair down my back,â Miss Dillaway said.
âIâm not sure,â said Calvin Gates.
Miss Dillaway turned back from the window.
âDonât try to be gallant, Gates,â she said. âThat sort of thing is stuff and nonsense. Of course I wouldnât have asked that
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