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tell them what brought it all about. They cannot-"
    He laughed with bitter amusement, and quoted Grant: "'The strumpet's word confirms the convict's.'"
    She winced.
    "That's what they'll do to me," he said, less monotonously now. "If he dies I haven't got a chance. If he doesn't they'll hold me without bail till they see how it's coming out-assault with intent to kill or murder. What good'll your word be? Robson's mistress leaving him with me? Tell the truth and it'll only make it worse. They've got me"-his voice rose-"and I can't live in a cell again!" His eyes jerked around toward the door. Then he raised his head with a rasping noise in his throat that might have been a laugh. "Let's get out of here. I'll go screwy indoors tonight."
    "Yes," she said eagerly, putting a hand on his shoulder, watching his face with eyes half frightened, half pitying. "We will go."
    "You'll need a coat." He went into the bedroom.
    She found her slippers, put on the right one, and held the left one out to him when he returned. "Will you break off the heel?"
    He draped the rough brown overcoat he carried over her shoulders, took the slipper from her, and wrenched off the heel with a turn of his wrist. He was at the front door by the time she had her foot in the slipper.
    She glanced swiftly once around the room and followed him out…
    She opened her eyes and saw daylight had come. Rain no longer dabbled the coupй's windows and windshield, and the automatic wiper was still. Without moving, she looked at Brazil. He was sitting low and lax on the seat beside her, one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding a cigarette on his knee. His sallow face was placid and there was no weariness in it. His eyes were steady on the road ahead.
    "Have I slept long?" she asked.
    He smiled at her. "An hour this time. Feel better?" He raised the hand holding the cigarette to switch off the headlights.
    "Yes." She sat up a little, yawning. "Will we be much longer?"
    "An hour or so." He put a hand in his pocket and offered her cigarettes.
    She took one and leaned forward to use the electric lighter in the dashboard. "What will you do?" she asked when the cigarette was burning.
    "Hide out till I see what's what."
    She glanced sidewise at his placid face, said: "You too feel better."
    He grinned somewhat shamefacedly. "I lost my head back there, all right."
    She patted the back of his hand once, gently, and they rode in silence for a while. Then she asked: "We are going to those friends of whom you spoke?"
    "Yes."
    A dark coupй with two uniformed policemen in it came toward them, went past. The woman looked sharply at Brazil. His face was expressionless.
    She touched his hand again, approvingly.
    "I'm all right outdoors," he explained. "It's walls that get me."
    She screwed her head around to look back. The policemen's car had passed out of sight.
    Brazil said: "They didn't mean anything." He lowered the window on his side and dropped his cigarette out. Air blew in, fresh and damp. "Want to stop for coffee?"
    "Had we better?"
    An automobile overtook them, crowded them to the edge of the road in passing, and quickly shot ahead. It was a black sedan traveling at the rate of sixty-five or more miles an hour. There were four men in it, one of whom looked back at Brazil's car.
    Brazil said: "Maybe it'd be safer to get under cover as soon as we can; but if you're hungry-"
    "No; I too think we should hurry."
    The black sedan disappeared around a bend in the road.
    "If the police should find you, would"-she hesitated-"would you fight?"
    "I don't know," he said gloomily. "That's what's the matter with me. I never know ahead of time what I'll do." He lost some of his gloominess. "There's no use worrying. I'll be all right."
    They rode through a crossroads settlement of a dozen houses, bumped over railroad tracks, and turned into a long straight stretch of road paralleling the tracks. Halfway down the level stretch, the sedan that had passed them was stationary on the edge