CHAPTER 6CON didn’t resemble in any respect a man locked in jail. He sat tilted back in Thusby’s own chair, waving a cigarette, grinning all over his horsey face. He said, “This is a hell of a honeymoon.”
“I’ve known that a long time.”
“And you never told me! I always say the husband is the last to know.”
She had moved to the desk as soon as the captain pegged out of his private office. She sat there above Con, as near as possible. She wasn’t jittery now. Luncheon hour seemed long ago and utterly fantastic.
He was shaven, and cleaned and pressed better than usual. Chang must have packed well. There was so much she wanted to ask, so much she wanted to tell, but she didn’t know how safe it might be. Thusby might be given to dictaphones or keyholes. She patted Con’s lapel. “You look lovel
