“And you would turn yourself over to them at the same time, for you are my accomplice.”
This talk was very puzzling to Merriwell, who wondered what it could all be about.
“We are attracting attention,” said the girl. “Go away. I will meet you to-morrow at ten o’clock.”
“Don’t think me such a fool! I’ll never leave you again for a single moment till that doll is in my hands.”
The girl’s dark eyes flashed.
“You may have to,” she said.
“Oh, not much! You can’t slip me, for I know you now, and I’ll never trust you again.”
She began to tap her foot, while he stood there, cool and triumphant, grinning down upon her.
“Where is the money my father left?” she demanded, still in a repressed voice, in order not to attract attention. “When you give me that you shall have your old doll and its contents.”
“He left nothing.”