He said he
would get it, along with the things he would need to take to jail with
him. When it was finished, they all went down the spiral stairway into
the library.
Nelda was standing at the foot of it. Evidently she had been listening to
what had been going on upstairs.
"You dirty sneak!" she yelled, catching sight of Walters. "After all
we've done for you, you turn around and rob us! I hope they give you
twenty years!"
Walters turned to McKenna. "Sergeant, I am willing to accept the penalty
of the law for what I have done, but I don't believe, sir, that it
includes being yapped at by this vulgar bitch."
Nelda let out an inarticulate howl of fury and sprang at him, nails
raking. Corporal Kavaalen caught her wrist before she could claw the
prisoner.
"That's enough, you!" he told her. "You stop that, or you'll spend a
night in jail yourself."
She jerked her arm loose from his grasp and flung out of the library. As
she went out, Gladys entered; Rand, who had been bringing up in the rear,
stepped down from the stairway.
"He confessed," he said softly. "We had to bluff it out of him, but he
came across. Sold the pistols to Carl Gwinnett. We're going, now, to pick
up Gwinnett and the pistols.
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