Her face showed nothing of what she might be thinking. She leaned across the table a little toward him and spoke carefully: “If you were as dangerous as you think you are, I would be afraid to go back with you — I would rather go to prison. But I am not afraid of you. You should know by this time that you will never hurt me very much, that I can take very good care of myself.”
“Maybe you’ve got something to learn,” he said quickly; then, recovering his consciously matter-of-fact tone: “Well, what’s the answer?”
“I am not a fool,” she said. “I have no money, no friends who can help me. You have both, and I am not afraid of you. I try to do what is best for myself. First I try to get out of this trouble without you. If I cannot, then I come back to you.”
“If I’ll have you.”
She shrugged her shoulders. “Yes, certainly that.”
Luise Fischer and Harry Klaus reached the Links’ flat late the next morning.
Fan opened the door for them. She put her arms around Luise Fischer. “See, I told you Harry would get you out all right.” She turned to face the lawyer quickly and demanded: “You didn’t let them hold her all night?”
“No,” he said; “but we missed the last train and had to stay at the hotel.”
They went into the living room.
Evelyn Grant rose from the sofa. She came to Luise Fischer, saying: “It’s my fault. It’s all my fault!” Her eyes were red and swollen. She began to cry again. “He had told me about Donny — Mr. Link — and I thought he’d come here and I tried to phone him and Papa caught me and told the police. And I only wanted to help him — ”
From the doorway Donny snarled: “Shut up. Stop it. Pipe down.” He addressed Klaus petulantly: “She’s been doing this for an hour. She’s got me screwy.”
Fan said: “Layoff the kid. She feels bad.”
Donny said: “She ought to.” He smiled at Luise Fischer. “Hello, baby. Everything O.K.?”
She said: “How do you do? I think it is.”
He looked at her hands. “Where’s the rings?”
“We had to leave them up there.”
“I told you!” His voice was bitter. “I told you you’d ought to let me sold them.” He turned to Klaus. “Can you beat that?”
The lawyer did not say anything.
Fan had taken Evelyn to the sofa and was soothing her. Luise Fischer asked: “Have you heard from—”
“Brazil?” Donny said before she could finish her question. He nodded. “Yep. He’s O.K.” He glanced over his shoulder at the girl on the sofa, then spoke rapidly in a low voice. “He’s at the Hilltop Sanatorium, outside of town — supposed to have D.T.’s. You know he got plugged in the side. He’s O.K., though — Doc Barry’ll keep him under cover and fix him up good as new. He—”
Luise Fischer’s eyes were growing large. She put a hand to her throat. “But he — Dr. Ralph Barry?” she demanded.
Donny wagged his head up and down. “Yes. He’s a good guy. He’ll—”
“But he is a friend of Kane Robson’s!” she cried. “I met him there, at Robson’s house. “ She turned to Klaus. “He was with him in the restaurant last night — the fat one.”
The men stared at her.
She caught Klaus’s arm and shook him. “That is why he was there last night — to see Kane — to ask him what he should do.”
Fan and Evelyn had risen from the sofa and were listening.
Donny began: “Aw, maybe it’s O.K. Doc’s a good guy. I don’t think he—”
“Cut it out!” Klaus growled. “This is serious — serious as hell.” He scowled thoughtfully at Luise Fischer. “No chance of a mistake on this?”
“No.”
Evelyn thrust herself between the two men to confront Luise Fischer. She was crying again, but was angry now.
“Why did you have to get him into all this? Why did you have to come to him with your troubles? It’s your fault that they’ll put him in prison — and he’ll go crazy in prison! If it hadn’t been for you, none of this would have happened. You—”
Donny touched Evelyn’s shoulder. “I think I’ll take a sock at you,” he said.
She cringed away from him.
Klaus said: “For God’s sake, let’s stop this fiddledeedee and decide what we’d better do.” He scowled at Luise Fischer again. “Didn’t Robson say anything to you about it last night?”
She shook her head.
Donny said: “Well, listen. We got to get him out of there. It don’t—”
“That’s easy,” Klaus said with heavy sarcasm. “If he’s in wrong there” — he shrugged — “it’s happened already. We’ve got to find out. Can you get to see him?”
Donny nodded. “Sure.”
“Then go. Wise him up — find out what the layout is.”
Donny and Luise Fischer left the house by the back door, went through the yard to the alley behind, and down the alley for two blocks. They saw nobody following them.
“I guess we’re in the clear,” Donny said, and led the way down a cross street.
On the next corner there was a garage and repair shop. A small dark man was tinkering with an engine.
“Hello, Tony,” Donny said. “Lend me a boat.”
The dark man looked curiously at Luise Fischer while saying: “Surest thing you know. Take the one in the corner. “
They got into a black sedan and drove away.
“It ain’t far,” Donny said. Then: “I’d like to pull him out of there. “
Luise Fischer was silent.
After half an hour Donny turned the machine in to a road at the end of which a white building was visible. “That’s her,” he said.
After leaving the sedan in front of the building, they walked under a black-and-gold sign that said “Hilltop Sanatorium” into an office.
“We want to see Mr. Lee,” Donny told the nurse at the desk. “He’s expecting us.”
She moistened her lips nervously and said: “It’s two hundred and three, right near the head of the stairs.”
They went up a dark flight of stairs to the second floor.
“This is it,” Donny said, halting. He opened the door without knocking and waved Luise Fischer inside.
Besides Brazil, lying in bed, his sallowness more pronounced than usual, there were two men in the room. One of them was the huge tired-faced man who had arrested Luise Fischer. He said: “I oughtn’t to let you people see him.”
Brazil half rose in bed and stretched a hand out toward Luise Fischer.
She went around the huge man to the bed and took Brazil’s hand. “Oh, I’m sorry... sorry!” she murmured.
He grinned without pleasure. “Hard luck, all right. And I’m scared stiff of those damned bars.”
She leaned over and kissed him.
The huge man said: “Come on, now. You got to get out. I’m liable to catch hell for this.”
Donny took a step toward the bed. “Listen, Brazil. Is there—”
The huge man put out a hand and wearily pushed Donny back. “Go ’way. There’s nothing for you to hang around here for.” He put a hand on Luise Fischer’s shoulder. “Go ahead, please, will you? Say goodbye to him now — and maybe you can see him afterwards.”
She kissed Brazil again and stood up.
He said: “Look after her, will you, Donny?”
“Sure,” Donny promised. “And don’t let them worry you. I’ll send Harry over to see you and—”
The huge man groaned. “Is this going to keep you all day?”
He took Luise Fischer’s arm and put her and Donny out.
They went in silence down to the sedan, and neither spoke until they were entering the city again. Then Luise Fischer said: “Will you kindly lend me ten dollars?”
“Sure.” Donny took one hand from the wheel, felt in his pants pocket, and gave her two five-dollar bills.
Then she said: “I wish to go to the railroad station.”