at me for mine, which was as evident, and at the girl beside Bane's empty chair.
The sensation of a little loosening of the grip on me, was gone. Something tighter and more terrible pressed me in its place—something not to be slipped off by means of a mere quarrel between Sally Gessler and Bane.
Across the table in the sun, the brown head bent toward me. "I want a minute with you," said Helen Lacey suddenly to me.
