“Good grief, Madge! Have a heart!”
“Stop wriggling, or I’ll spill this stuff all over you. I know it hurts.”
By the time she had finished bandaging, Enid was more like her old self. Not until then did Madge try to learn what had happened.
“It’s too dreadful to tell,” Enid murmured brokenly. “Father’s been kidnapped!”
“Kidnapped!”
Enid nodded forlornly.
“It happened last night. I’ve been locked up in that closet ever since. I thought I’d die before someone came!”
“What became of your father?”
“Oh, Madge, if only I knew! Those horrible men took him away! I’m afraid they’ve murdered him! I’m afraid—”
“Now, now,” Madge comforted, slipping her arm about Enid, “don’t take on so. It won’t help matters to become hysterical. Try to tell me as calmly as you can just what took place.”