XVII“Do you think he wants to marry Molly?” I asked.
She looked at me a long time. “He’s kin of Satan,” she said. “He could.”
“He’s what?”
“I said ‘He’s kin of Satan, he could.’ Because, just think. Money’s what he wants, and he’d have the works. And I know Daddy wouldn’t like that creep running Taber City. But you think of Molly. Don’t always just think of money.”
She was so serious that I thought I should perhaps apologize.
“Just think of Molly. If she’s scared of me, she’d be m a straight jacket first you know, with him. He’s awful. Daddy told me the kind of women he likes . . . you just don’t know the sort of things that go on, Mrs. Latham. But you don’t have to worry. I’m not going to let him do that. I know he’s going to try to get rid of me, too, just like he did this noon. But
