Garth reached out and grasped the telephone. Black stumbled to his feet and tore at Garth's arm.
"What are you going to do?"
"Call for a patrol wagon to drive up to your exalted home."
"No, no, no!"
"Then you agree?"
"You'll come with me alone?"
"Yes."
"Then I agree."
The gleam in Black's eye was revealing. It retarded Garth's relief. It warned him that, entering the place alone, he could be handled, as, perhaps, Nora had been handled.
"I'll get my hat and coat," Black said.