CHAPTER X
The Murder in the Garden
ans, keep back! I will go!"
"But Commander—"
"Armed? The hell he is not! Spawn said no. Spawn! Where is Spawn? He was here."
I had dropped back from the window, and, gripping Jetta, stood in the center of the room.
"Jetta, dear."
"Oh. Philip!"
"There's no other way out of here?"