She looked briefly surprised.
"No," she said. "Not unless you forced me to it. I was going to disarm you and lock you in a cellar downstairs. You would have been safe there as long as was necessary."
"How long would that be?"
"Until I get help."
"Help from whom?"
Angry red flared about Jill's cheekbones. "This is incredible!" she said softly. "Help from Carter."
"Firebrand Carter?" Dowland asked.
"Yes."
"He's associated with your uncles?"
"Yes."