He returned to the center of the room with a fragment of blackened blue paper fluttering between his fingers.
"A fragment of what is technically known as a blue-print," he announced.

"What were you and Richard Fleming doing with a blue-print ?" His eyes bored into Dale's.
Dale hesitated--shut her lips.
"Now think it over!" he warned.

"The truth will come out, sooner or later! Better be frank NOW!" If he only knew how I wanted to be--he wouldn't be so cruel, thought Dale wearily.

But I can't--I can't! Then her heart gave a throb of relief.

Jack had come back into the room--Jack and Billy--Jack would protect her! But even as she thought of this her heart sank again.
Protect her, indeed! Poor Jack! He would find it hard enough to protect himself if once this terrible man with the cold smile and steely eyes started questioning him.