Queenie was there, sitting in the bare, dusty room, alone. Bareheaded, in the fresh green cotton dress, she looked strangely domestic.
“They rang me up and said they were letting you out,” she explained. “So I came. I just wondered if you happened to hear anything about Percy?”
“I’m sorry,” said Susie.
“Well,” Queenie said, “Doc’s got me a lawyer, and he’ll be here any minute. The Doc says they’ve got to let me see Percy.”
gotThey went out into the sunny street together. It was very strange, to be free. To walk along under the trees with Queenie.
“Doc’s sending this lawyer,” said Queenie. “And he said, tell you he’d be seeing you. He’s certainly crazy about you.”
“I think you’re mistaken,” said Susie.
“Here we are!” said Queenie, stopping beside the car. “The sergeant carried out yo
