He held her at arms’ length and glared at her after the manner of a wild beast.
The poor girl was a child in the iron grip of the man, and all at once he drew her toward him and began to look for the documents.
“Don’t! For Heaven’s sake, have some respect for my sex!” gasped Margie. “You can have them.”
“I can, eh? Well, hand them over.”
Margie, with trembling fingers, did so, and at sight of the papers he uttered a gleeful cry.
The next moment he released her, and she sank into the nearest chair.
She saw him step back a pace and open the papers, over which he eagerly ran his eye.
“Is this all you had, girl?” he suddenly demanded.
“Yes.”
“It’s a lie!”