Miss Spencer folded her arms, and glanced at the door, smiling bitterly.
‘You know my father is a millionaire; perhaps you know that he is one of the richest men in the world. If I give you my word of honour not to reveal anything that you’ve told me, what will you take to let me go free?’
‘What sum do you suggest?’ asked Miss Spencer carelessly.
‘Twenty thousand pounds,’ said Nella promptly. She had begun to regard the affair as a business operation.
Miss Spencer’s lip curled.
‘A hundred thousand.’
Again Miss Spencer’s lip curled.
‘Well, say a million. I can rely on my father, and so may you.’
‘You think you are worth a million to him?’
‘I do,’ said Nella.