“Oh,” she murmured. “Captivity captive, it seems.”
At the fireplace Dunn turned and found her looking at him very intently, while from the doorway Deede Dawson surveyed them both, for once his eyes appearing to share in the smile that played about his lips as though he found much satisfaction in what he saw.
“Well, Ella,” he said. “You've been having adventures, it seems, but you don't look too comfortable like that.”
“Nor do I feel it,” she retorted. “So please set me free.”
“Yes, so I will,” he answered, but he still hesitated, and Dunn had the idea that he was pleased to see the girl like this, and would leave her so if he could, and that he was wondering now if he could turn her predicament to his own advantage in any way.
“Yes, I will,” he said again. “Your mother—?”
“She hasn't wakened,” Ella answered. “I don't think she has heard anything. I don't suppose she will, for she took two of those pills last night that Dr. Rawson gave her for when she couldn't sleep.”
“It's just as well she did,” said Deede Dawson.
“Yes, but please undo my hands,” she asked him. “The cords are cutting my wrists dreadfully.”
As she spoke she glanced at Dunn, standing by the fireplace and listening gravely to what they said, and Deede Dawson exclaimed with an air of great indignation:—