He ripped out a double handful of the forms, crumpled them into a pile at the doorway, and pulled out his cigarette lighter.
"What do you think you're up to?" asked Betty with some concern.
"This plastic is tough," said Tolliver, "but it will bend with enough heat. If I can kick loose a hinge, maybe we can fool them yet!"
He got a little fire going, and fed it judiciously with more papers.
"You know," he reflected, "it might be better for you to stay here. He can't do much about you, and you don't have any real proof just by yourself."
"I'll come along with you, Tolliver," said the girl.
"No, I don't think you'd better."
"Why not?"
"Well ... after all, what would he dare do? Arranging an accident to the daughter of the boss isn't something that he can pull off without a lot of investigation. He'd be better off just running for it."
"Let's not argue about it," said Betty, a trifle pale but looking determined. "I'm coming with you. Is that stuff getting soft yet?"