"You need not take so much trouble," she exclaimed, stepping between the man and the model. "Just leave the address of the place, and I will send it up at once."
This was a staggerer for Corrigan, and he knew not how to answer.
"No, I'll take it myself," he replied, roughly.
His words sent a dreadful chill to Deb's heart. In an instant she realized the man's true object, and her own helpless condition.
"What do you mean?" she cried in terror.
"I mean that if you won't give me the model I'll take it."
The words had hardly been uttered before Deb gave a terrible scream.
"Stop your noise!" hissed Corrigan, jumping to her side, and clapping his hand over her mouth.
The girl struggled to escape, but she was as a feather in this powerful fellow's arms, and half fainting, she felt herself borne into the next room, and the door locked upon her.
Then she heard Corrigan pick up the model, and hurry down the stairs and out of the house.