“What do you want me to do?”
“Suppress the paper.”
“Is that advice, or a wish, or a command?”
“Suppose I say all three.”
Her eyes did not leave his pale, intent face. She was instantly more certain that he had some weapon in reserve. But still she failed to guess what it might be.
“Well, what are you going to do?” he repeated.
“I am going to print the paper,” said Katherine.
An instant of stupefied silence followed her quiet answer.
“You are, are you?” cried Blind Charlie, springing up. “Well, let me——”
“Sit down, Peck!” Blake ordered sharply