Two hours later, with loathing and disgust depicted in her white face, she saw Mr. Morse enter, and her blazing blue eyes stabbed the man’s anger to the point of desiring to do her harm. For a moment he contemplated her in silence. He was going to have trouble with her that day. What a fool Molly was! It was she who insisted upon that bally letter. What did he care about Theodore King? Still his wife had him completely within her power, and he was really afraid of her now and then when she flew into rages about his niece and Theodore. He mopped his brow nervously.
A few days more and it would be ended. Inside of one week he would be free from every element which threatened him, free to commence the search for his child. He strode across the room to Jinnie.
“Come on with me,” he ordered under his breath.
Jinnie obediently followed him into the inner room. Morse slammed the door with his foot.
“Where’s the letter?” he growled between his teeth.
Jinnie went to the table, got the original draft and handed it over.
“Here it is,” she said slowly.
He glanced over the paper.
“Why, this is the one we left here yesterday, isn’t it?”
“Yes!”