"How I wish you had been here when Mr. Trafton died, for you could have got away with ten or fifteen thousand dollars without any difficulty whatever."
"Yes, it would have been a good chance," he replied; "but I guess we can do nearly as well, if you will be true to me and help me."
"You can depend upon me for anything," she answered, with great determination, but adding suddenly, in a cautious tone, "that is, anything except murder, you know. I shouldn't like to do that. But I would protect you even if you should kill a man—not willfully—not willfully, you understand; but if you should be obliged to do it to save yourself, I should not blame you very much."
"I am determined to 'make a raise,' soon," said Ingham; "but I don't know whether I can trust you."
"How so?" she asked, as if greatly surprised.
"I am afraid you will 'give me away' to that policeman whom you think so much of."
"You need not fear anything of the kind," she said, leaning forward, and speaking slowly and emphatically. "I can help you a great deal, and I would never betray you to any one. I don't think so much of Charlie as I pretend to."
Soon afterward she had to go into the unfurnished room to get something, and she asked Ingham to hold the light for her.
"Why can't you hold it yourself?" he asked.
"Well, to tell the truth, I don't like to go into that room alone," she replied, trying to laugh in an unconcerned way.