"She would not talk to me. She would not come out. He has no doubt put wild ideas into her head. Spawn, you listen to me. I have always been more clever than you at scheming. Is it not so? You have always said it. I have a plan now, it fits our arrangements with De Boer, but it will rid us of this Americano. When all is done and I have married Jetta—"
pawn interrupted impatiently. "You will marry Jetta, never fear. I have promised her to you."
And because, as Jetta well knew, Perona had made it part of his bargaining in financing Spawn. But this they did not now mention.
"To get rid of this Grant—well, that sounds meritorious. He is dangerous around here. To that I agree."
"And with Jetta—"
"Have done, Perona!" With sudden decision Spawn leaped to his feet. "I do not believe she would have dared talk to Grant. We'll have her out and ask her. If she has, by the gods—"
It fell upon Jetta before she had time to gather her wits. Spawn strode to her door, and found it fastened on the inside.
"Jetta, open at once!"