"D'you think I'm a nut to blow what I know?
You beat it, and he'll tell you what he wants." The violence of this language, however, had given her clues enough to the workings of the chief's mind.

She had always been a favored member of the gang, and the men had whistled attendance on her hardly less than upon Ruth Tolliver herself.

This sudden harshness in the language of Harry Morgan told her that too much was known, or guessed.
A sudden weakness came over her.

"I'm going out," she said, turning to Harry Morgan who had sauntered over to the front door.
"Are you ?" he asked.
"I'm going to take one turn more up the block.

I'm not sleepy yet," she repeated and put her hand on the knob of the door.
"Not so you could notice it, you ain't," retorted Morgan.