I've a good mind to do it, too, before handing him over to the
police."
"But you haven't released me yet," she remarked.
"Oh, yes, yes," he said, starting as if this were quite a new idea.
"I'll release you at once--but I must watch this scoundrel. He
must have frightened you dreadfully."
"Indeed he did not," she answered quickly, again looking at Dunn.
"No, he didn't," she said again with a touch of defiance in her
manner and a certain slightly lifting her small, round chin. "At
least not much after just at first," she added.
"I'll loose you," Deede Dawson said once more, and coming up to her,
he began to fumble in a feeble, ineffectual way at the cords that
secured her wrists.
"Jove, he's tied you up pretty tight, Ella!" he said.
"He believes in doing his work thoroughly, I suppose," she remarked,
lifting her eyes to Dunn's with a look in them that was partly
questioning and partly puzzled and wholly elusive. "I daresay he
always likes to do everything thoroughly."
"Seems so," said Deede Dawson, giving up his fumbling and
ineffectual efforts to release her.
He stepped back and stood behind her chair, looking from her to Dunn
and back again, and once more Dunn was conscious of an impression
that he wished to make use for his own purposes of the girl's
position, but that he did not know how to do so.
"You are a nice scoundrel," said Deede Dawson suddenly, with an
indignation that seemed to Dunn largely assumed.
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