“Sure！“shemumbledmechanically。
Hermindwassifting，sorting，weighingwhathehadsaid。Shewasnotsurprised。SherememberedPinkieBonn’soutburstintheboat。
ShewalkedonbesideDanglar。Themanwasmutteringandcursingunderhisbreath。Well，whyshouldn’tsheappeartofallinwithhisplans？Underwhatchoicersurroundingscouldshegethimalonethaninthegarret？Andhalfanhourwouldbeampletimeforher，too！Yes，yes，shebegantosee！WithDanglar，whenshehadgotwhatshewantedoutofhimherself，heldupatthepointofherautomatic，shecouldbacktothedoorandlockhiminthere-andnotifythepolice-andthepolicewouldnotonlygetDanglarandtheill-gottenhoardhiddenintheceilingbehindthattrap-door，buttheywouldgetalltherestofthegangasthelatterinduecourseappearedonthescene。Yes，whynot？Sheexperiencedanexhilarationcreepinguponher；sheevenincreased，unconsciously，therapidpacewhichDanglarhadset。
“That’sthestuff！“hegruntedinsavageapproval。“Weneedeveryminutewe’vegot。“
Theyreachedthehousewhereonce-solongagonow，itseemed！-