“I don’t want to go with you, thank you,” she said. “I just want to go home.”
Gollowitz chuckled.
“Of course. I simply meant that I would escort you as far as the entrance. If you would communicate with the secretary of your union and tell him I have arranged for your release I should be obliged.”
Conrad moved quietly to the door and beckoned to Madge.
“Tell Van to bring Weiner in here,” he whispered.
As he turned back he heard Frances say, “Can I leave here at once?”
“Of course,” Gollowitz said.
“Just a moment,” Conrad broke in. “While you’re here, Mr. Gollowitz, you might be interested to go bail for another of our customers. Come in, Weiner.”
Van Roche threw open the door and gave Pete a hard shove so he entered the room with an unbalanced rush. When he saw Gollowitz, he jumped back as if he had seen a snake.
Gollowitz had been too busy getting the writ for Frances’s release to find out what had happened to Pete. Seigel had assured him he would get Pete, and seeing Pete so unexpectedly completely threw him off balance. His fat face turned livid, and he took a step towards Pete, his lips drawn off his teeth in a snarl of fury.