Chapter 40

“Yes, you will,” said Lanier, yanking him bodily across the grass, into the pantry, through the house in spite of his frenzied struggles. Chairs fell, tables overturned, lamps crashed; but Lanier lugged the frantic lad to the stairs and dragged him up, step by step, fighting like fury. Both were speechless when finally they floundered to the landing and into a sudden and startling flood of light. A white figure stood at an open door holding a lamp and a pistol. For an instant she stared at the hard-breathing man an…