WHEN she reopened her eyes a few minutes later, Betty found herself resting against the wall. Her hands were bound behind her back, tied with the leather belt of her dressing gown.
She looked upward and again saw that hideous, merciless face of Clink. She turned her gaze toward the second man — Briggs — and recoiled as she observed his brutal features.
She turned piteously toward Bob, and saw that he was the most terrible of the three. The friendliness that he had affected in the past had been a pretense. Now his true nature was revealed.
His eyes flashed hatred and venom.
“Why did you come here?” he demanded.
Betty tried to reply, but failed.
“Did you see what we were doing?”
The girl nodded.
“I could kill—” Bob raised his hands, then lowered them as he saw Betty shrink toward the wall.
“What are you going to do with her?” questioned Briggs, in a hoarse, brutal voice. “You didn’t waste time with that old flunky—”