"I'll see to her," I said to Reed, and I led her into a room which I found empty.
"Now you'd better tell me all you know," I advised her.
"What'll you do, if I don't?"
"You'll not get out of this!" I promised her. "Not out of this!"
Nothing yet had really happened in "this"; we'd discovered nothing actual but those slotted pipes. Not even the guinea pigs had been killed yet; but the certainty of the plot, which had convinced Teverson too, turned me sick when I thought of it. And this girl, whom I held, was in the scheme.
True, she had stopped, on a lower floor, to inquire for Teverson; but that proved nothing in her favor. I thought how I'd trusted her before and how I'd been hit on the back of the head when I went to that meeting place where I was to have my chance to argue with her, alone.
I held to her; and she gazed at me and I felt her breathing slowly and deeply. The little clock on the desk near us turned to eleven; and we both heard steps and talk in the hall.
"What are they doing?" she asked me.
I opened our door; and we both saw two men, whose figures looked like Weston and Reed.
