"I want to rip the skin offen her inch by inch," he snarled.
The other man gave a low, mirthless laugh. The picture of the girl he disliked so intensely, writhing in the great hands of the brute opposite him, appealed to the elder's sardonic humor.
"That wouldn't be a bad idea," he averred. "But she's got some one who won't see her hurt."
Letts jumped up and stepped close to the desk where the other was sitting. Here was a complication he hadn't anticipated. He moistened his dry lips with a tobacco stained tongue and demanded,
"Who air he?... Air she married?"
"No, she's living in Graves' old place, the house I, now, own, with Deforrest Young."
"Ye mean, your wife's brother, the lawyer?"
Waldstricker nodded.
"An' ye say she air livin' with him?"
"Well not exactly that, I suppose, but she's keeping house for him. She's got her child there, too."