“Forty, if necessary.”
He thrust her against the wall, and began trying the doors. There were three of them. Two were locked. As his hand touched the third, Mrs. Wingate came to his side, and opened it promptly and quietly.
“No one has ever wished to prevent your entrance,” she said. “Your violence has been unnecessary—the violence of a boor!”
Paul laughed in her face.
There was no one in the room. But there was a second door. He opened it. And took Eve in his arms.
THE END.