She could scarcely endure to do what she must do.
"This is dreadful, dreadful!" she faltered.

"If you only would give me back my jewels--" Sounds, hastily smothered, escaped him.

She believed them to be groans, and it made her slightly faint.
"I--I've simply got to telephone for the police," she said pityingly.

"I must ask you to sit down there and wait--there is a chair.

Sit there--and please don't move, for I--this has unnerved me--I am not accustomed to doing cruel things; and if you should move too quickly or attempt to run away I feel certain that this pistol would explode." "Are you going to telephone ?" he asked.
"Yes, I am." She backed away, cautiously, pistol menacing him, reached for the receiver, and waited for Central.