CHAPTER 13“You’re a very naughty boy,” said the countess, intent again upon her pencil-sharpening, “go back and play with your batteries!” and, with a gasp of fear, the man turned and ran blindly from the room, his face dabbled red.
There was a dead silence, and then the countess looked up.
“I suppose you think I’m very horrid? But Selwyn is difficult at times—shockingly difficult, and shockingly sulky. I must impose my will on him for his own good. And really, he isn’t hurt any more than he would have been if his razor had slipped.”
The cold-bloodedness of the thing left Lois breathless and shaken. She could hardly believe that she was not dreaming horribly.
“It was rather—drastic, wasn’t it?” she said, speaking with difficulty.
Again the dark eyes met hers.
“Drastic? Yes. Dr. Tappa
