'I've had that sum by me,' he returned, watching her. 'I got it out of the post office for you. There's more where that came from.'
'Well, thank you,' she said, wondering just how much there was. Perhaps it would he as well, she thought, to wait a little while before getting rid of him.
'Now, come on,' he said; 'you're going to get yourself some clothes.'
They went together, and when they returned, having spent all the money except for a pound or two, George pointed to the bedroom.
'Get out of that outfit,' he said grimly 'You're not wearing clothes from a pimp.'
She showed a flash of temper. 'Who do you think you are?' she snapped. 'I'll wear what I like.'
Before she could stop him, he had reached out and had laid hold of the front of her dress in his thick fingers. He jerked her forward, and with a twisting movement he ripped the dress right down.
'Get out of those things or I'll tear them off you,' he said, white as clay.
'You must be cracked,' she gasped, startled out of her temper, but she went into the bedroom and changed into the clothes he had bought her.
When Little Ernie returned, he told them that he had a flat for them.
'How much?' George asked, staring with hot, intent eyes at the little man.
'Don't worry about that,' Ernie said, shooting a quick glance at Cora. 'You're my pal . . .'
George walked over to him and caught him by his coat front.
'I ask no favours from you,' he said between his teeth. 'And listen, I don't like the way you look at Cora. She's my girl. If you try anything with her, I'll kill you. I shan't warn you again.'
And Little Ernie, looking into the brooding eyes, suddenly went cold.
The flat that Little Ernie rented them was on the top floor of a block of offices in Holles Street, off Oxford Street. It was secluded and, after business hours, as lonely as a shepherd's but on a Welsh mountain. It was vacant only because it was some distance from the usual haunts of the street-prowlers.
George liked the place. It was his first proper home, and tie took pride in it. He did everything in the house, including the cooking
Cora, still in two minds as to whether she should stay or not, was influenced by the money that George had so suddenly acquired. She could ask him for anything and she got it. At first, it was clothes, and then it was jewellery. She was already brooding about a car; but she hadn't quite made up her mind what kind of a car to have.
She wasn't giving him anything in return. When he came to her room one night, a look of pleading hope in his eyes, she played a card which she was certain would keep him out of her room in the future.
She invited him to sit down; she even took his hand. Then speaking in a quiet voice, a sad expression on her face, she explained about Sydney. He was, she said, the only man she had ever loved. If George wanted payment, then she wouldn't resist him. But he would be making a prostitute of her, because, at the moment, she had no feelings for him. But if George were patient, if he let her recover from the shock of losing Sydney, then she might grow to love him. She was quite clever about this, and the look she managed to get into her eyes—a look of promise of wonderful things to come—completely fooled George.
He was crazy about her, and the thought of forcing his attentions on her was unthinkable. So it was agreed that she should have her own room, George should do the housekeeping and pay for everything, and Cora—well, they didn't come to any decisions about Cora. It seemed rather obvious that Cora wasn't to do anything
And Cora did nothing. She stayed in bed most of the morning, reading the hooks George got for her from a twopenny library. She spent a long time before her mirror preparing herself for the day. They lunched together and loafed away the afternoon. In the evenings they either went to a movie or a theatre and had dinner out.
This kind of existence dragged on for a few days, and then George discovered his money was running out again. It was frightening how quickly money went, living in the West End with Cora as a companion.
He decided that he would have to stage another robbery. He viewed the prospects quite calmly. He had a lot of confidence in himself now. It seemed as if he were living a charmed life. He had killed a man, and no one had arrested him He had attacked three garage attendants, and the police were still floundering. It would be all right, he decided, after some thought. He would leave garages alone this time and pick on a hank. That was dangerous, of course, but there was a lot of money to be found in banks: the prize was worth the risk.
He was sitting by the open window. It was eight o'clock i n the morning, and Cora was still asleep. He sat there, making his plans, his hands caressing Leo's thick fur.
It was odd how he had brought Leo to the flat. The morning he had left Eva's place, after going to the post office to draw out the fifty pounds, he had returned to his room off the Edgware Road. He had hastily packed his things, paid his rent and told Mrs Rhodes that he had been unexpectedly called out of town. He had said goodbye to Ella. She had known that something was wrong, and she had asked him outright.
'You're in trouble, ain't you, Mr George?' she said. 'Is it that gang you was telling me about?'
George nodded. He wished he could tell her the gang that was troubling him was a girl far more dangerous than any make-believe gang he had bragged about in the past.
'I'll keep in touch, Ella,' he said. 'If anyone asks for me, tell 'em I've gone to Scotland on business. It's important that no one should know where I really am.'
Leaving Ella thrilling with intrigue, he had picked up his hag, slung his mackintosh and overcoat over his arm and ran down the steps. It was while he was waiting for a taxi that Leo suddenly appeared. George put down his hag and stroked the cat. He suddenly realized that he was going to miss Leo. Leo meant so much to him: understanding, companionship, love even—odd things like that.
A taxi drew up, and George opened the door, put his bag and overcoat on the seat and gave the driver Eva's address. Then, without stopping to think, he picked Leo up, and got into the taxi.
He was glad now that Leo was with him He had hoped that Cora would have filled the hollow loneliness of his
