“I’m right with you,” I said, going over to her. “They haven’t hurt you, have they?”
“Don’t talk so much,” Myra returned. “They haven’t had time, but they’ve promised all kinds of things.”
I examined the cords that bound her. Whoever tied her had made a swell job of it. But when I found my knife, it didn’t take long to free her.
“There you are, sugar,” I said, sitting beside her. “How does it feel?”
“Lousy,” Myra said moving her legs and wincing. “I’ve got a cramp.”
“I’ll fix that,” I said, pushing back my cuffs. “I’ll get some life in them.”
“Hands off!” Myra said sharply. “I like to do my own massaging.”
“That’s a pity,” I returned. “I was looking forward to that.”
While she began restoring her circulation, I glanced round the room. It was empty except for the bed and a table. On the table stood an odd looking contraption. There were two large springs, a handcuff on a long chain and one or two cogwheels. They were all joined up together and they intrigued me.
“Someone’s going to pay for this,” Myra said angrily. “Why should they want to kidnap me?”