Slim smiled at Nora. He moved the bottle a little. A drop fell. Something tortured the skin of Garth's cheek. It was as if an iron at white heat had been applied against his flesh with a strong pressure. The stuff was real enough.
Again Slim moved the bottle sluggishly, so that the liquid, ready to trickle out, was directly above Garth's eyes. Nora reached and closed her hands about the mouth.
"Look out!" George warned. "You'll get burnt."
"You see, George won't stand for that," Slim said slily.
"No, no, Slim!" Nora whispered. "I'll bargain."
"You're in a swell position to bargain," George scoffed.
The handcuffs cut into Garth's wrists.
"You don't think," he muttered, "that I was fool enough to follow that trail without covering myself?"
"That doesn't affect me," Slim grinned. "There's a getaway from this place no cop will ever find. Now, Nora! Hands off!"
But she resisted him.