"Can you do it?" he asked, watching craftily to see whether she might not drop a hint that might prove valuable.
"I know those who might try," she answered, catching the look.
Wickham changed.
"What if we should get him without your aid!" he blustered.
"Try," she shrugged.
Arguments and threats were of no avail with her. She would say nothing more definite. She was obdurate.
"You must leave it all to me," she repeated. "I would not betray him. You cannot prove anything on ME."
"Bring the stuff up here yourself, then," he insinuated.
"But I don't trust you, either," she replied frankly.
The two faced each other. Constance knew in her heart that it was going to be a battle royal with this man, that now she had taken a step even so far in the open it was every one for himself and the devil take the hindmost.