"You'll go with me, huh! I haven't married your father or your lover, either."
"What are you going to do?" demanded Maxton sternly.
"Catch my train! You can't stop me—"
"Steppe, for God's sake think what you're doing." Sir John Maxton was pleading now with a greater intensity than he had ever pleaded before a tribunal. "You could save Merville—you have the draft of the prospectus—"
"In the safe! In the safe!" roared Steppe his face inflamed with fury. "Come, Beryl."
He held out his hand, but she shrank back behind Ronnie.
"Then open the safe," demanded Maxton.
"Go to hell! All of you—don't stand up to me, Morelle, or I'll kill you! Beryl—"
"What is the word—this combination word, Steppe? You can get away tonight, they will find nothing until the morning—"
"I won't tell you, damn you! I'll see you—"