Jordan Morse turned sharply upon her.
“Don’t throw a fit right here. You’re not the only one suffering. My atmosphere is cleared a little with Grandoken’s arrest, though.”
“But you’ve still to reckon with Jinnie,” ventured Molly.
“Easy now,” returned the man. “I’ll get her before Theodore is well.”
“Take me home,” pleaded Molly wearily. “Such a day as this is enough to ruin all the good looks a woman ever had.”
Disgustedly, Jordan flung open the motor door.
“Well, my God, you’ve got about as much brains and heart as a chipmunk. Climb in!”
Later, as the two separated, Morse said, with low-pitched voice:
“Now, then, I’m going to plan to get Jinnie. Might’s well be hung for a sheep’s a lamb––I’m just as well satisfied that Bates is dead. After I secure Jinnie—then for my boy. God! I can scarcely wait until I have him.”
Miss Merriweather went into the house in utter exhaustion, 250 nor did she pause to take off her hat before telling Theodore’s mother the little she could to encourage her.