CHAPTER SIX
He looked at her. She went up the steps a bit awkwardly but not very much so. "All right," he said. "You go to your room. I'll see who it is, get rid of them, and come up later."
"Good," she said.
He waited until she had disappeared, then went to the door and opened it. It was the old gentleman, Harvey Ainsworth.
"Hello there, young man. You still here?"
"Yes," John said, and tried to block the entrance.
The old man stepped around him, peered down the hall. "I want to see her, young man. I'm going upstairs."
There was nothing John could do to prevent him short of restraining him physically, which he was not about to try. He stepped out of the white-haired man's way, said nothing.
"She'd better be willing to see me this time, too, young man. I'm getting tired of her avoi
