"You're dead certain of that?" he quietly inquired.
"I'm dead certain of it," was her equally impassive reply: "Yuh're goin' to slip over to the Grand Central this afternoon and get the first train out o' this town for Montreal. And from there yuh're goin' to beat it back to Europe!"
"And what's goin' to make me do that?"
"Ain't yuh hep to the fact that yuh've been tailed for the last three weeks?"
Shindler laughed.
"I've been tailed for the last three years—and I'm still wearin' my hair long, ain't I?" He suddenly turned about on her. "But why're you so keen about gettin' me off to the other side again?"
She realized, in view of the gulfs that yawned between them, the newer things that Wilsnach had brought into her life.
"Abe, I'm goin' to be honest wit' yuh. I've a gen'l'man friend here who's the right sort. I think a good deal o' that man. And some day he's goin' to think a good deal o' me—if I can ever get a chance o' showin' him I wantta travel in his class!"
"And it ain't my class?" was Shindler's sneering demand.
"Your class? If he ever found out I'd hitched up
