Thence she made her way on foot to the Subway and rode home.

If the police had noticed her absence and should question her, she could refuse to answer, or say that she had been visiting late with a friend in Brooklyn.
Larry sat long out in the night after his grandmother had left him.

What should he do with this amazing information placed at his disposal?
Tell Joe Ellison?
Or tell Maggie?
Or tell both?
Or himself try to meet Jimmie Carlisle and pay that traitor to Joe Ellison and that malformer of Maggie the coin he had earned?
But for hours the situation itself was still too bewildering in its many phases for Larry to give concentrated thought to what should be its attempted solution.

Not until dawn was beginning to awaken dully, as with a protracted yawn, out of the shadowy Sound, was he able really to hold his mind with clearness upon the problem of what use he should make of these facts of which he had been appointed guardian.

He decided against telling Joe Ellison--at least he would not tell him yet.