Not this time." Anita did not demur.

She moved to the big rocker beside the old base burner and curled up in it.

Fairchild walked to her side.
"You won't run away," he begged.
"I?
Why ?" "Oh--I don't know.

It--it just seems too good to be true!" She laughed and pulled her cap from her head, allowing her wavy, brown hair to fall about her shoulders, and over her face.

Through it she smiled up at him, and there was something in that smile which made Fairchild's heart beat faster than ever.
"I 'll be right here," she answered, and with that assurance, he followed the other two men out into the night.
Far down the street, where the rather bleak outlines of the hotel showed bleaker than ever in the frigid night, a light was gleaming in a second-story window.