“I got there in the nick of time,” Laura said. “There’s no telling what she might have done. Why, she might have killed him!”
“I doubt it,” Danby said. “What happened after that?”
“I grabbed Billy away from her and told her to go back to her case. Then I shut her off and closed the cover. And believe me, George Danby, it’s going to stay closed! And like I said, tomorrow morning you’re going to take her back—if you want Billy and me to go on living in this house!”
* * * *
Danby felt sick all evening. He picked at his supper, languished through part of the Western Hour, glancing every now and then, when he was sure Laura wasn’t looking, at the case standing mutely by the door. The heroine of the Western Hour was a dance hall girl—a 32-24-38 blonde named Antigone. Seemed that her two brot
