“Get out of here, Statt,” she said, trying to calm her voice. “Get out of here. Quick!”
“Hold her!” cried Statt. Fanny leaped toward the back. Jack Baruch caught her.
“Jack—let go!”
“She won’t do it. I see that,” said Statt. “She’ll phone to Mangel.”
“Jack—let go!”
“I can’t, Fanny. I’m sorry.”
“Bind her to that chair.”
Statt watched the operation. “Now, bind the chair.” The rope ate tight and inevitable in her flesh.
“My men’ll come at ten ... and pull you ... and release you. Mangel pipes at the same hour. It’ll be at the Dominion Cafe—if you want to know, dear. And as to you ... don’t forget: we have your story and you’ve got a daughter.” Fanny for a moment fainted in the burn of horror and shame that flooded her eyes. “Come now,” she heard him again as he turned to the others. “Out of this.”
They went before him docilely: not daring to look back.