“Go on!” she said. “Quicker!”
Ginger turned a purple and desperate face to William.
“If you don’t do something soon,” he said, “I shall probably go mad and kill someone.”
“We’ll have to take her back,” said William grimly.
The kidnappers walked in gloomy silence; the kidnapped danced along between them, holding a hand of each.
“I’m going wherever you go,” she said; “I love you.”
Once Ginger spoke.
“You’re a nice kidnapper,” he said bitterly.
“I cudn’t help it,” said William. “It all went different in the book.”
Near the steps of the front door a lady was standing.