“You’ll go, all right—but you’ll go with me.”
“You devil! You——”
“Oh, cut out your struggling. You can’t get away,” Patsy interrupted, though content to let her exhaust herself with her furious efforts. “I’ve got you and I’m going to hold you.”
“I’ll kill——”
“Here, none of that! You’ll be roughly handled if you try to pull a gun.”
Patsy had felt her working one hand behind her to reach a hip pocket. He seized her wrist and held her closer, almost crushing her in his embrace; for not for an instant had she ceased her fierce, frantic struggles, and she was possessed of more than ordinary womanly strength and was giving him quite a battle.
She muttered a vicious oath again when foiled in her attempt to draw a weapon. Then, while they still swayed to and fro in the narrow entry, she took another course. She suddenly bowed her head and tried to set her teeth in Patsy’s neck.[Pg 31]
Patsy expected no less. He forced her quickly away, then swung her around, to crowd her against a wall, rendered a bit impatient by her fury, and now determined to handcuff her and end her struggles.
Instead of forcing her against the wall, however, Patsy forced her against the only door in the narrow side entry—the rear door of her own suite.
It was an unfortunate move on his part. The struggle was now heard from within. The door was suddenly opened—by the man whom Danny had seen with Kate Crandall that afternoon.