“I’ll kill you like a dog if you don’t tell me where Sis is. I went to her den—they called her Mother Flintstone, you know—but she wasn’t there. Where is she?”
“Let me loose first.”
“And let you run off? Not much; ha! ha!” and the maniac laughed. “I won’t do anything of the kind.”
“But I can’t show you where Sis is unless you do that. I won’t run away, father.”
“It is false. You can’t fool me. I will hold you here till you tell the truth.”
“Well, Sis, is asleep in the room yonder.”
“Is that true?”
Claude Lamont wanted to gain time. If he could get rid of his father’s maddened hands he might effect his escape, for just now he was in danger.
Perry Lamont glanced toward the door, and seemed disposed to believe his desperate son.
But suddenly he appeared to change his mind, for again his eyes shot forth sparks of fire.