"Ron is better than you. Yes, I'm going back to him. He doesn't cheat and he's honest."
Helga lifted her hands helplessly.
"All right. I hope you will be happy with him, Larry, and thank you again."
He went to the door, paused, turned and pulled at the peak of his cap. "So long, ma'am. I hope you'll be happy too."
Her mind now was no longer with him. She was drinking of Archer. She would throw him to the wolves. Then Nassau, the sand, the sea and the sun. It would be good to lie in the sun and to think of Archer in the Establissement de l'Orbe in a small cell for at least five years.
She heard the front door shut. After a long pause, she went into the hall and turned the front door key.
The End
Table of Contents
chapter one
chapter two
chapter three
chapter four
chapter five
chapter six
chapter seven
chapter eight
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