Chapter 57

Renton’s trim, slim frame was trembling now. He said in a stifled voice: “This rag-chewing gets us nowhere. If Helen won’t vote to croak the kid, that settles it for _to-night_. . . . But I’m going in to take a slant at him before I go to bed—” “Wait!” retorted Mayne. “Give me that key!” “I’ll take your guns first.” “Like hell you will!” “Yes, just like that. . . . Give them to Helen,— or you get no key.” Renton’s face was now all a-quiver as he freed his pistol. At the same instant both Mayne’s hands plunged into …