“Come out, please,” she said.
There was no response.
“Come out, or I’ll shoot!”
The curtain grew agitated. Heloise, white of face, flew across the room, flinging herself upon Gordon’s heaving bosom.
“Don’t let her shoot me! Don’t let her shoot me!” she shrieked.
Diana looked and nodded.
“So this man is your husband!” she said.
Walking back to the door, she closed it.
“Now listen to me, Double Dan and Mrs. Double Dan, or whatever your names may be. You are here to commit a felony, and I could, if I wished, send for the police and hand you over to justice. I’m not sure that I shan’t take that course. For the moment, however, your presence is providential.”
And then, in scorn: