"So I am your servant? I must ask your permission?—God!—--" he sprang angrily toward the bell and Cleo stepped defiantly before him:
"Don't you touch that bell——"
Norton thrust her aside:
"Get out of my way!"
"Ring that bell if you dare!" she hissed.
"Dare?"
The woman drew her form erect:
"If you dare! And in five minutes I'll be in that newspaper office across the way from yours! The editor doesn't love you. To-morrow morning the story of your life and mine will blaze on that first page!"
Norton caught a chair for support, his face paled and he sank slowly to a seat.
Cleo leaned toward him, trembling with passion: