"I won't have any nonsense about this, Violet," he said. "If you don't come to my office to-morrow at six, I'll have you arrested—and I'll see to it that you won't escape with a mere fine, either."
"It won't——" She could not grasp it. "What do you mean?" she asked.
"I mean I'll have you arrested on a big charge."
Her lips stiffened with that common terror of the law, about the only terror that the law ever succeeds nowadays in creating: the unreasoning terror that seldom serves as a deterrent.
"I ain't done nothin' but this," she said, in the full knowledge that what she had or had not done would be no factor in the problem.
"You'll find out about that when the time comes," he answered. "What I want to know is whether you'll do me this favor or not."
He had stopped and confronted her. Even in the semi-darkness her anxious eyes managed to read his pale, determined face, but even in the daylight they could have found there no relenting.
She gave him a despairing smile.
"I guess I've got to," she said.
"Yes, you'll have to."