"O.K. Doc?"
"It's a good plan, Mike. Go ahead with it."
Mike took a flashlight from his pocket and beckoned to the prisoners.
Sadie pushed back her chair and jumped up. "Tie that girl or she'll get away!" she ordered.
"Pipe down!" thundered the gangster and there was an ugly gleam in his eyes as he glared at her. "Give me any more of your lip, Sadie, and you'll take a trip downstairs yourself. Some day when you ain't got a thing to do fer a couple of weeks, try gettin' outa that place with the door locked. Run along now--murder yourself, if you have to--you red-headed bag of hot wind!"
He turned his back on the furious woman and motioned Bill and Dorothy to walk before him into the kitchen.
"Well, of all the nerve--" Dorothy heard Sadie cry sharply as Harry Perkins broke in with--"Look here, Doctor Martinelli, do you really mean to--"
Mike shut the door, cutting the argument in the front room to a mere mumble of voices.
"Down those stairs to the right and then straight ahead, you two," he directed, pointing the way with his flashlight--"No tricks, either, unless you want your buddie hurt worse than he is now, Miss Wildcat!"
Dorothy, with her arm about Bill's shoulders, stopped at the head of the cellar stairs.