“Well,” said the man, sneeringly, “what are you going to do about it?”
“If you take her away now and treat her right—nothing.”
“And if I don’t take her away?”
“I’ll meet that situation when it comes.”
“It has come,” he said, with a laugh, and walked out.
I am tall, slender, delicate-looking, but I knew I was a match for that overfed brute.
I listened to the clatter of his feet on the stairs. Then I followed him.
THE man was hastening toward a street car.
I cranked Gladys’ car and followed. It was easy to keep the street car in sight and to keep an eye on his sleek black head.