"Anyhow, you couldn't have got away with
killing in a big hotel, whether you had strangled me or shot me. I
don't blame you for being sore at me, Red--only you've got me all
wrong. But you and I are evidently here for the same purpose: to get
next to something that's going to happen out in the room. What do you
say, Red?--let's suspend hostilities for the present. You've got me
where you can follow me, and you can get me any time."
"You bet I'll get you!" declared Hannigan. And then after a few more
words an armistice was agreed upon between the two men in the closet
and silently, tensely, they stood in the dark awaiting whatever was to
happen.
Outside Maggie, that amateur playwright who had tried so desperately
to prearrange events, that inexperienced goddess from the machine,
stood in a panic of fear and suspense the like of which she had never
known.
CHAPTER XXXIV
But when Barney's latch-key slid into the door and Barney, in a smart
dinner jacket, came in, Maggie was herself again. Indeed she was
better than herself, for there rushed to her support that added power
which she had just been despairing of, which carries some people
through an hour of crisis, and which may occasionally lift an actor
above himself when fortune gives him a difficult yet splendid part
which is the great chance of his career.
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