I introduced her to Forest. “Has Mrs. Johnson gone home?” “Yes,” she said. “I promised to drive out after her. Helen shouldn’t be alone, and she doesn’t seem to have any friends or relatives available.” “You’re a dutiful girl.” She flinched at the compliment, and bit her lower lip. “I have nothing better to do.” “I wonder, might I hitch a ride with you, Miss Devon?” Forest spoke very politely. Ann was pretty. “I’m not familiar with the local topography.” “Of course.” She turned to me in a sudden flurry of impulse: “Howie, I have to talk to you, privately.” “Right now?” “Please, if you have the time.” Forest put in swiftly: “That’s all right. I’d like to look over your probation report on Miner.” Ann brought it out of the files and followed me into my office, closing the door. She stood with her hands behind her, looking down at the worn cork floor-covering between us: “I’m afraid you’re going to think a good deal less of me, after today.”
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