Chapter VIII

“Good night,” said October, and would have gone on, but he threw out his hand and she found her arm gripped painfully. “Goin’ far ma’am?” “No . . . to Mr.—to the house. Please let me go—or I’ll call for—my brother.” “Didn’t know she had any brother, d’you, Lenny? Thought she was just one lone li’l orphan. Hey, where’s that hobo friend of yourn?” “I don’t know what you mean.” She spoke loudly. Robin could hear. And then a panic seized her. Suppose he heard and came? These two men were after him; one threw knives. . …