She flung up an arm as though she feared a physical assault, and indeed during his tirade it seemed as though he was restraining himself from striking her only by an effort. “I didn’t understand, Larry,” she said, shrinking from him. “Of course you are right. I will do whatever you say.”

“I think you will,” he returned grimly. “I think you will eat out of my hand before I am finished with you.”

He turned with an abrupt change of manner to Penelope. “I am sorry to have inflicted this scene upon you, Miss Noelson. It is necessary that people who deal with me should know where they stand.”

There was an inflection in his tone that told her she might apply the lesson to herself. She met the hint scornfully.

“I have had some examples of your methods,” she retorted.