More of it might be seriously bad for her." Standish glowered.

Then he lifted his bulky body from the low chair and crossed the hall to the telephone.

Taking the receiver from the hook, he said sulkily to Brice: "Maybe you're right.

I have a couple of night watchmen patrolling the road, above and below.

I'll phone to the agency to send me half a dozen more, to clear the grounds.
I'd phone the police about it, but I don't like--" "Don't like to lock the stable door after the horse is stolen ?" suggested Brice.