“Don’t go!” she said emphatically, moving directly to Dangerfield and touching his arm.
This unlooked-for action on the part of Inga left them all amazed. Curiously enough, the only one who seemed to take it as a matter of course was Dangerfield.
“Why do you say that?” he said sharply, yet seeming to give the matter attention.
“Don’t go—don’t!” she repeated insistently.
While every one was waiting for what was going to happen next, the woman said quietly, with supreme insolence, as though such persons as Inga were beneath her notice:
“You have not quite lost, I suppose, all sense of decency? Kindly take me out of this humiliating scene.”
There was something in her tone that did not quite ring true. It was too calm, too calculatedly unresentful, perhaps. At any rate, each was conscious of an uneasy sense of distrust. Dangerfield, who had been looking at Inga’s tense face, seemed to make up his mind all at once.
“O’Leary, are you there?” he said abruptly.
To the surprise of the others, O’Leary stepped forward at once and blurted out: