Chapter 22
THE CAB AMBLED along at a carefully lawful gait, Herman sitting very stiff and straight behind the wheel and terrifically conscious of his responsibilities as the newly appointed bodyguard of the lady behind him. Obviously McCloud was just going along for the ride. The matter of Sheila’s protection rested squarely on Herman’s shoulders. He accepted it bravely. It still rained.
After awhile Sheila touched McCloud’s knee. “You’re in an awful jam, aren’t you, Stephen?” Her eyes were shadowed. “Most of it because of me.”
He shrugged. “There’s no use denying that you and Kenneth have complicated things.” He frowned at the rain. “Look, I hate to keep going back to those lousy diamonds, but are you positive that Kenneth never mentioned them?”
She nodded. “I’m certain.”
“I have the
