She cowered away as the man strode toward her.
"Worked your little game all right this morning, eh, kid?" he sneered. "Got the cablegram out of my pocket?"
She half shut her eyes, watching him keenly.
"Yes, I got it."
"What'd'ye do with it?" he demanded.
She tossed her head with a flash of impudence.
"That's my business. See here, you keep your hands off me or——"
"Or what?"
With a scowl of anger he caught her in his powerful arms, and held her helpless. "Little fool! I had you this morning—in the library and I—let you go." His voice was thick with passion. "But if you get away now—— Good Lord, hear that!"
He turned to the window as the shrieking tempest made the whole house tremble.