"That's where you can find out."
"Find out what?"
"What they did to you here. I can't tell you now," she whispered
nervously. "Oh, _do_ hurry!"
If he had to move fast, this seemed a good time. The elevator dropped
him to the street level and, looking cautiously around, he walked out.
In a few minutes, he was blocks away. It was mid-morning, and he swung
along, hands thrust into his jacket. There was a wad of paper inside
and he fished it out and examined it--money, neatly folded with a note
around it.
The note was from Erica, saying that the money was meant for him. The
sum was not great, but she must have given him everything she had in
the house. Mistily, he counted it out.