"You were seen getting into a car with Miss McLean."
"Did she step in of her own free will?"
"We don't claim an abduction."
"On your own statement of the case, then, you have no ground of complaint whatever."
"Do you refuse to tell us where she is?" Kirby asked.
"I refuse to admit that I know where the young lady is."
"We'll find her. Don't make any mistake about that."
Kirby rose. The interview was at an end. Cole Sanborn strode forward. He leaned over the desk toward the oil broker, his blue eyes drilling into those of the broker.
"We sure will, an' if you've hurt our li'l' friend—if she's got any grievance against you an' the way you treat her—I'll certainly wreck you proper, Mr. Cunningham."
James flushed angrily. "Get out of here—all of you! Or I'll send for the police and have you swept out. I'm fed up on your interference."