He heard an indignant yelp, and realized that the girl had been pitched in with him. The snapping of a lock was followed by the tramp of departing footsteps and then by silence.
After considering the idea a few minutes, Tolliver managed to sit up.
He had his wind back. But when he fingered the swelling lump behind his left ear, a sensation befuddled him momentarily.
"I'm sorry about that," murmured Betty.
Tolliver grunted. Sorrow would not reduce the throbbing, nor was he in a mood to undertake an explanation of why Jeffers did not like him anyway.
"I think perhaps you're going to have a shiner," remarked the girl.
"Thanks for letting me know in time," said Tolliver.
The skin under his right eye did feel a trifle tight, but he could see well enough. The abandoned and empty look of the office worried him.
"What can we use to get out of here?" he mused.
"Why should we try?" asked the girl. "What can he do?"