"What do you want?"
Val knew disappointment at that question. Would Jeems surrender as easily as that?
"Just an explanation of how you get into the house unseen."
"Yo'll nevah know!" The swamper's reply came swift and clear.
"No? Well, I'd think twice before I held to that answer if I were you," purred the other softly. "A word to the Ralestones about those nightly walks of yours—"
"Won't give yo' what yo' want," replied Jeems shrewdly.
"I see. Perhaps I have been using the wrong approach," observed the Boss composedly. "You work for a living, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Then you know the value of money. What is your price? Come on, we won't haggle."
The Boss' impatience colored his tone. "How much do you want for this information?"