“Give me that key and let me go,” she insisted, with an upward toss of her head.
She walked to the door and shook it vigorously. Morse followed her and brought her brutally back to the center of the room.
“Not so fast,” he grated. “Don’t ever do that again! I’ve been hunting you for almost three years.... Sit down, I said.”
“I won’t!” cried Jinnie, recklessly. “I won’t! You can’t keep me here. My friends’ll find me.”
The man hazarded a laugh.
“What friends?” he queried.
Jinnie thought quickly. What friends? She had no friends just then, and because she knew she was dependent upon him for her very life, she listened in despair as he threw a truth at her.
“The only friends you have’re out of business! Lafe Grandoken will be electrocuted for murder––” 288
The hateful thing he had just said and the insistence in it maddened her. She covered her face with her hands and uttered a low cry.
“And Theodore King is in the hospital,” went on Morse, mercilessly. “It’ll do no good for you to remember him.”