Maybe at last this would be Con. But someone had pushed the key from the inner lock, another key turned from the outside.
Major Pembrooke entered, stood there, looking from one to the other. He said, “I didn’t know it was this way, Brent. Sorry to interrupt.”
Kew ignored his insinuation. He asked harshly, “What do you want?”
“I’m leaving tonight. I haven’t finished my business with Mrs. Satterlee. Unfortunately I haven’t time to finish at the moment. I’m taking her with me.”
Griselda shook her head, “You can’t do that.” She spoke as a child who believed in Santa Claus. “That’s kidnaping.”
Kew said, “Are you mad? You can’t get away with that, Pembrooke.”
“I believe I can. I am not under your laws. I care nothing for them.”
Her voice came as from far away. “Why do you want me? I don’t
