"I don't know why. I guess--"
"What's your name."
"Nora--Nora Spade."
"You slept through it too?"
"Yes ... yes. I slept through it and came out and they were all gone."
"Let's get out of this alley." He preceded her out, but he waited for
her when there was room for them to walk side by side, and she did not
try to run away. That phase was evidently over.
"I got slipped a mickey in a tavern," Frank Brooks said. "Then they
slugged me and put me in a hole."
His eyes questioned. She felt their demand and said, "I was--asleep in
my hotel room."
"They overlooked you?"
"I guess so."
"Then you don't know anything about it?"
"Nothing. Something terrible must have happened."
"Let's go down this way," Frank said, and they moved toward Madison
Street. He had taken her arm and she did not pull away. Rather, she
walked invitingly close to him.