There was Honey, whom he would very much like to avoid meeting; so the sooner he made certain of Marian's deliberate flight the better, since Honey was not an early riser.

He went to the house and entered by way of the kitchen, feeling perfectly sure all the while that Pop was watching him.

The disorder there was sufficiently convincing that Marian was gone, so he tip-toed across the room to a door through which he had never seen any one pass save Lew and Marian.
It was her bedroom, meagrely furnished, but in perfect order.

On the goods-box dresser with a wavy-glassed mirror above it, her hair brush, comb and a few cheap toilet necessities lay, with the comb across a nail file as if she had put it down hurriedly before going out to serve supper to the men.

Marian, then, had not stolen home to pack things for the journey, as Jerry had declared a woman would do.