Chapter 57

He listened avidly. “Marty didn’t believe in me,” he said, “but I’ll show her. And I’ll show McMillan.” He came back to his grievance. “You might as well understand, Jinny, that he’s not going to have the book. And you needn’t throw it up to me that you’ve worked on it all winter. I didn’t ask you to do it.” A sudden sense of justice flared within her. “The manuscript,” she said, “is as much mine as yours. I think if you will face facts, you will admit it.” He began to laugh. “That’s rot, Jinny, and you know it.” S…