Chapter 27

Always Lanier’s keen eyes were on duty, and his left arm was hooked through Maddaleen’s; but he caught no glimpse of either Welper or Sam Potter, and his grip on the pistol in his side pocket relaxed. They found a taxi; the porters stowed their luggage; and they drove to the great hotel on Granby Street at Maddaleen’s suggestion. “Our train doesn’t leave Norfolk until one o’clock,” she said; “and—you _are_ coming with me, aren’t you, Mr. Lanier?” This amused him—touched him, too,—but he masked sentiment with someth…