CHAPTER VIITHE VICARAGE AGAIN
Frecks cried out, but Worrals remained silent. White-faced, she dropped the telephone and snatched up the automatic.
“Stand back,” she snapped.
The three men halted sharply.
“I’ll shoot the first man who moves an inch,” went on Worrals icily—and her voice sounded as though she meant it.
The men evidently thought so, for they remained motionless, tense, alert, like wild animals about to spring.
Worrals was curiously calm. “Frecks,” she said, without taking her eyes off the men, “are you still there?”
Frecks answered that she was.
“Good. Do exactly what I tell you. First, get the blind out of the way. Second, go to the car, start the engine, and turn so that you face the road. Leave the car door open, but stay in the driving seat ready to put your foot d
