But already she had unscrewed a metal stopper and drawn forth a small glass vial filled with a colorless liquid.
“One step nearer, and I'll smash this on the floor!” she threatened. “If I can't have you, she never shall!”
The captain faced her quietly, knowing well what was at stake.
“Penelope!”
She stamped her foot. “I'm not Penelope. I'm Fauvette. I hate Penelope. For the last time—will you do what I want?”
“No!”
She lifted the vial.
“Stop!” came a masterful voice, and, turning, they saw Dr. Leroy standing in the outer doorway. Back of him were Seraphine and Dr. Owen.
“Give that to me.”
The psychologist advanced toward her slowly, holding out his hands. Fauvette stared at him, trembling.