“You can handle the matter?” he lingered to inquire anxiously.
“You bet I can handle it!”
“What will you do?”
“You leave that to me, I say.”
“You have no time to waste, Vic.”
“Is time not wasted in talk of this kind?” Vic impatiently rejoined. “Go at once, I repeat, and leave the rest to me.”
Hyde started for the door, only to have the woman again dart across his path and clasp him by the arm.
“Stop a moment!” she cried, under her breath.
“Well?”