It was dusk now, with heat lying motionless and sticky in the streets, and bugs danced through the beams of weaving headlights. It was hard finding a parking place, but I finally beat two other cars to one in front of the bank and sat there for a while trying to push the sultry weights of Dolores Harshaw off my mind. She was dangerous in a town like this. The hell with her; I wouldn’t go back. But wouldn’t I? What about later on? Keeping the thought of her out of that bleak hotbox of a room was going to be like trying to dam a river with a tennis racket.

I shook my head irritably, and stared at the bank. A light was burning over the vault in the rear, and I could see the layout of the whole room through the glass doors in front of me. The over-all depth would be about fifty feet, and the side door which came in off the cross street was well back, not over twenty feet this side of the vault and the door which probably led into a washroom or closet of some kind. I turned my head and tried to picture about where the old Taylor building would be from here. Down one block, I thought, and two to the right, which would put it diagonally in front of the bank. That was about right. About right for what? I cursed and threw away the cigarette I was smoking and got out to stand on the sidewalk.

I was too restless and irritable to think of eating, so I started walking aimlessly up the sidewalk through the crowd. Up in the next block I went past the drugstore and as I glanced in through the window I saw Gloria Harper in front of the magazine racks. Without stopping to wonder why, I opened the screen door and went in.

She was still absorbed in the magazines and didn’t see me.

“Hello,” I said.

She glanced up abruptly. “Oh, hello, Mr. Madox.” She didn’t smile, but there was nothing unfriendly in the way she looked at me.

“How about a soda?”

She considered it thoughtfully. “Why, yes. Thank you.”

She paid the clerk for the magazine and we went back to one of the booths across from the fountain.

“First,” I said, “I’m sorry about the other day. I must have had the book open at the wrong place.”

The violet eyes glanced up at me, and then became confused and looked away. “It’s all right,” she said.

“Then you’re not mad at me?”

She shook her head. “Not any more.”

“That’s fine,” I said. “Now we can start even again. Next time I’ll read the instructions on the bottle. What do you do around here on Saturday nights?”

“Not much. There’s just the movie. And sometimes a dance, but not this week.”

“How about going swimming, then?”

“I’d like to, but I couldn’t tonight. I’m baby-sitting.”

“You must be a big operator, with two jobs. What’re you trying to do, get rich?”

“No, it’s just in the family. I’m staying with my sister’s little girl so she and her husband can go to the movies.”

“Oh. Well, I’ll drive you out there.”

“It’s only five or six blocks.”

“I’ll drive you anyway.”

She smiled. “Well, all right.