Dangerous Days

"That's a lie, too."

"On the installment plan," she insisted. "A dollar a week, that's

straight. I've paid five on it already."

He was almost convinced, not quite. He unfastened it awkwardly and took

it off her wrist. It was a plain little octagonal watch, and on the back

was a monogram. The monogram made him suspicious again.

"It's only gold filled, Rudolph."

"Pretty classy monogram for a cheap watch." He held it close; on the

dial was the jeweler's name, a famous one. He said nothing more, put

it back on Anna's arm and released her. At the next corner he left her,

with a civil enough good-bye, but with rage in his heart.