"You don't think," he muttered, "that I was fool enough to follow that trail without covering myself?"
"That doesn't affect me," Slim grinned. "There's a getaway from this place no cop will ever find. Now, Nora! Hands off!"
But she resisted him.
"Slim," she said breathlessly. "You're not a fool. You must know that I can bargain. Suppose you got clear—across the border—into Canada? Couldn't you keep out of trouble once you were there?"
Slim ceased pulling at her hands. He stared at her, amazed, casting aside his last pretence.
"What you talking about, Nora? I know you're clever, but there aren't any more miracles. There's no way out of this town for us."
Her voice was barely audible.
"Unless my father unlocked the gates."
Slim started. Garth, too, answered to a desire almost violent. Surely Slim would realize the hopelessness of securing the inspector's complicity, or, failing that, would seek, as Garth did, for the stratagem behind her plan. Slim, nevertheless, continued to study her, and the narrow face no longer hid his greed for life.
"There's no way under heaven to get the old man to stand for that."
She took her hands from the bottle. Her eyes did not waver.
"No one else could do it, but you know how he
