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."What if I had eloped," Susie cried. "What if I had been trying to hide? And what if you had run me down? Is that your idea of friendship?"
"Well," Clay said, "I figured if you were caught I'd only be hastening the process a little. It was bound to come out sometime. Of course at first I thought you had gone to England with Philip Garner."
"How did you find out I hadn't?"
"The janitor in Fiftieth Street told me how you'd been trying to find him after he sailed."
"Then when you tipped the police off and had him arrested and questioned and virtually accused of running off with me you knew he was innocent."
"Sure," Clay said.
Susie jumped up, her anger rapidly overcoming her surprise at Clay's cold-blooded attitude.
"Dont you hate yourself for taking such mean advantages?" she cried.
Clay shrugged his shoulders.
"It's all in the game, Susie."
Susie sank back in her chair with a weary gesture. Wasn't there any way of getting under his skin ?
"What game?" she asked.
"The New York game."
"Clay," Susie said, "dont you know that New Yorkis the friendliest city in the world?"
Clay rose to go.
"New York smiles on those who smile on themselves, Susie," he said sententiously.
Susie watched him, feeling too deeply alienated to say
good-bye, not caring whether she ever saw him again or not. And now he turned for a last word.
"By the way," he said, "there's just one thing I wish you'd do for me — when you do decide to reappear you'll tip me off in advance, wont you? I could make quite a good thing of it."
Susie hesitated. She had no impulse to grant Clay Newton the smallest favor. The man seemed incredibly callous to ask a favor of her in the circumstance.
Clay looked at her a little anxiously, as if he feared she would refuse.
"lust for old time's sake, Susie," he said.
"Very well, Clay," Susie said. "For old time's sake —I will."
When he had gone she laughed at the absurdity of it. But it was not a happy laugh. She fell to wondering if it were possible that Phil Garner had the smallest resemblance to Clay. But it didn't seem to her possible. It seemed to Susie that Phil might think she was like Clay — on the make — out for everything she could get. Perhaps that was why he was alienated. She was musing about Phil when Armistead found her.
Susie realized vaguely that he was carrying a sheet of paper in one hand, and that he was very much agitated.
"What's the matter?" he asked sharply.
Susie looked up at him.
"Nothing," she said.
"But you're crying."
Susie found her handkerchief. It was only then that she knew her eyes were filled with tears.
Susie jumped up, her anger rapidly overcoming her surprise at Clay's cold-blooded altitude. "Dont you hate yourself for taking such mean advantages?" she cried
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