“Go look at him.”
Emily hurried into the room. She knelt by the Dropper’s head. She came back to Fay and whispered:
“I’m not afraid of him any more.”
“Why, little Emily?”
“Because you are stronger than he is.”
Fay opened the door that led to the hallway where the gas-flare showed in the gloom.
“Have you everything?” he asked.
Emily pointed to a pasteboard hatbox. Fay lifted it gallantly.
“Come on,” he said.
“Where are you going to take me?” she asked, humbly.