“Very well. Then go.”
Margie bounded across the room and caught the doorknob wildly.
“Why don’t you open the door?” coolly asked Nora.
“Heavens, I cannot!”
“That’s the easiest way to find out. No, you can’t get out till I say so.”
Margie looked at the woman and then once more at the window between her and the street.
“I’ll call for help,” she exclaimed.
“All right, miss.”
In a moment the poor girl was at the window, but when she drew back the curtain she saw inner shutters of iron.
Truly she was in durance.