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make a scene so he will remember you and so when he reads your description in the papers he'll give the police a copy of your photograph. Do you see what I'm getting at? If the police and the public are looking for Harry Green, they won’t be looking for you.”
    Harry was gaping at her now.
    “Well, who would have believed it? You're a knock-out, Glorie. This is terrific. I would never have thought of it. This way I can't fail to get away with it.”
    “Please don't say that. It is so easy to make a mistake. At least it will give you a chance.”
    “Of course it'll work. I'm sure of it. It's a terrific idea. But there's one point I don't agree about. I want to see Delaney before I go to New York. If he won’t play, then I'll have to think of another angle and I won’t have to go to New York.”
    “You must meet him as Harry Green,” Glorie said, her voice low and tense. “You must never let him know who you are. I know Ben. He might double cross you. If the police thought that he was handling the diamonds and put pressure on him, he would give you away. You don't know him: I do. Once you get your money, you must disappear as Harry Green so that neither Ben nor the police will ever trace you. This is important. You must do what I say.”
    Harry shrugged.
    “Well, okay. It makes sense. So I'll meet Delaney when I come back from New York, but how am I going to get to New York — walk?” He grinned at her. “Let's face it, baby. It'll cost at least a thousand: your fare and mine to New York, and your fares to these other places, my hotel bills until I pull the job. We couldn't do it under a thousand. Where's that coming from?”
    She got up and went into the bedroom, and after a few minutes she came back, carrying a small leather jewel case which she set on the table. She opened the case and took out a small diamond brooch and a gold bracelet set with sapphires. She tossed them into Harry's lap.
    “We should be able to raise a couple of thousand on those,” she said. “I've kept them for this kind of a rainy day.”
    Harry examined the two pieces of jewellery, then he looked at her.
    “They're nice. Don't you want to keep them? Seems a pity to sell them.”
    “No, I don't want them,” Glorie said woodenly. “What's the good of keeping stuff like that? When do I ever get the chance of wearing them?”
    He got out of his chair and went to her.
    “You hate parting with them, don't you?” he said, and took her in his arms. “Well, we need the dough now, but I'll get you something even better than these when the time comes. I promise you. Don't think I don't appreciate what you are doing for me. I love you for it, and thanks.”
    She leaned against him, struggling not to cry.
    “Just think of us in London, Paris and Rome,” he went on, stroking her silky, dark hair. “Think of us with all that money. Then when we're tired of travelling we'll come back here and I'll buy myself a partnership in an air taxi business, and we'll live happily ever after.”
    “Yes,” she said, clinging to him. “We might even get married.”
    The words were out before she could stop them. She stiffened against him, angry with herself and scared.
    “Why not?” Harry said. At that moment he was feeling grateful to her. Marriage seemed to him like a good idea. “Would you like that, Glorie? Would you like to marry me?”
    She leaned back so she could look at him.
    “Of course. I'd love to marry you,” she said, thinking this was the first time any man had asked her to marry him.
    “Okay, then we'll get married,” Harry, said, smiling at her, “but we won’t rush into it. We'll get this job behind us first, and then we'll take the plunge. What do you say?”
    “Why not tomorrow , Harry?” she asked, trying to sound casual. “At least, we could apply for the licence . . . .”
    “No point in rushing it,” he said, and kissed her. “I don't want anything on my mind when I get married. I just want it to be a long, long