If we're
rushed, and have to make a quick get-away, see that Mary has the
first chance. Get that, all of you?"
As Chicago Red took up his appointed station, Garson turned to
Dick.
"Make it quick, remember."
He touched the other two and moved back to the wall by the
fireplace, as far as possible from the husband and wife by the
couch.
Dick spoke at once, with a hesitancy that betrayed the depth of
his emotion.
"Don't you care for me at all?" he asked wistfully.
The girl's answer was uttered with nervous eagerness which
revealed her own stress of fear.
"No, no, no!" she exclaimed, rebelliously.
Now, however, the young man had regained some measure of
reassurance.
"I know you do, Mary," he asserted, confidently; "a little,
anyway. Why, Mary," he went on reproachfully, "can't you see
that you're throwing away everything that makes life worth while?
Don't you see that?"
There was no word from the girl. Her breast was moving
convulsively. She held her face steadfastly averted from the
face of her husband.
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