“I’m afraid you are being rather a foolish young woman, Miss Coleman,” Gollowitz said. The silent threat in those black eyes turned Frances cold. “Are you coming with me or aren’t you?”
“Oh, tell him to go!” Frances cried, and sat down on the couch, hiding her face in her hands. “Please tell him to go!”
Gollowitz looked at Pete, then he walked quietly from the room.
No one moved as he crossed the outer room. They watched him open the door, step into the passage and close the door behind him.
He left behind him an atmosphere charged with threatening danger.
III
“Janey!”
Conrad stood in the small hall and waited for her reply. She wasn’t in any of the downstairs rooms, and he had an idea she might be out. Two or three times lately she had been out when he had returned from the office. During the past three days their relationship had worsened. She didn’t tell him where she went and he didn’t ask.
“Is that you?” Janey called from upstairs.
A little surprised to find her in, Conrad ran up the stairs and pushed open the bedroom door.