I realized they were still talking, but I was no longer listening to
what they said. Then I realized that Ruth had spoken to me.
"I beg your pardon?"
"I said I have to be running along."
"Wait a minute. Please. Can we talk for a minute? You too, Mr. Peary."
I saw that she was holding her shoulders as if she were chilled. The
sun had gone under again and a raw April wind was blowing. "We could
sit in my car a minute. I want to--make a guess as to what George was
doing with the money."