"Hell!" said Keudell, out of the silence.
But Sadie, at the sound of that name, knew a sudden sense of released tension. She breathed deep. Wilsnach had captured their taxi-driver. Then Wilsnach was free! A soft and warming glow crept through her body and left her indeterminately dizzy with hope. They had lied to her, from the first. Wilsnach was not a prisoner with her in that house. He had been too clever for them. He had trumped their ace and captured their own driver. And he would be after them, any time now, hot-foot Ike. For that was Wilsnach's way.
She could hear the sound of steps again.
"What are we going to do?" asked Andelman out of the darkness.
It was the big man who spoke next.
"You've got to beat it out of here, and beat it quick!"
"But why?"
"I tell you this house ain't safe! They'll third-degree that driver until he can't keep his trap shut!"
"Supposing he doesn't!"
"It means you've got to scatter!"
"And it means," complained Andelman, "a fine messing up of this thing!"
