"Suit yourself," Beman remarked. Then he looked to the servant. "All right; take the boy away," he directed. "See that he stays upstairs."
Peewee, staring at them determinedly over his shoulder, went to the servant, who led him into the hall and to the stairs.
"You heard what he said," the servant instructed him. "You're to stay upstairs."
"Yes, sir."
He went upstairs while the servant stood watching him. His worst apprehensions, he perceived, had been confirmed. Beman, wanting to protect his granddaughter, was going to turn Peewee over to his father, and they were consulting in the library as to the best way of getting rid of him.
