He swept her off her feet, holding her against him as she struggled and kicked.
“Let me down this minute!”
“We’re going upstairs.”
He carried her into the hall and started up the stairs.
“Louis! You’re not to! I’ll get angry. You must put me down!”
“All in good time.”
He reached the head of the stairs, spotted a light coming under a door, pushed the door open with his foot and walked into a big, airy bedroom with twin beds, one of which was cluttered up with dresses, coats and underwear.
He set her down, his arm still around her, holding her against him.
“You get out of here!” Janey said angrily. “I’m not standing any more of this nonsense!”
Seigel had trouble in keeping his temper. He never allowed his women to talk to him like this, but he decided it was too soon to get tough with her.