"He's here—somewhere. We came three weeks ago—We—I didn't know—"
He saw that she was not the woman he had known: she was frail, broken; her fluttering hands were thin and bloodless; she had no spirit.
"So! He's got you working, eh? You're one of these—rustlers!"
"I had to do something. All I know is stage work."
"This ain't stage work!"
She nodded wearily. "He made me go the—limit."
"Made you! Did you get a divorce?"
"N-no!"
Daniels cursed so harshly that she flinched, although she had long since grown accustomed to profanity. Then he turned away, but, reading murder in his face, she seized him with fingers that were like claws.
"Wait! Don't do that!"