CHAPTER II
The Moth Girl
“MR. KENNEDY, we should go early to bed, for I think we’ll be leaving the morn just so soon as we can barrow or buy means of travel.”
Rising, Boots cast away his brown leaf-cigarette with an impatient gesture.
It was now nine in the evening, and for half an hour, following another picked-up meal eaten by the three men alone together, they had sat in silence.
During that afternoon and evening Biornson’s embarrassment had taken refuge in a distinct coldness and reserve. Their questions he put aside, or calmly left unanswered, but there was a worried line between his brows and he had developed a speculative, tight-tipped and narrow-eyed way of watching his guests which made it clear to him they were a Problem with a capital P.
Boots, who possessed more worldl
