"You wouldn't dare." The girl compressed her lips.
"Now then," he went on, "are you coming with me peacefully or must I descend to force?"
She stamped her foot. "No!"
Norman grabbed her, slung her over his shoulder, started for the door.
"Put me down! Put me down!" she cried, kicking vigorously.
"Are you coming along quietly?"
"No!"
He carried her into the hall, made for the elevator, pressed the button.
"Norman," she pleaded in consternation. "Put me down before that elevator gets here."
"Are you coming quietly?"