He smiled.
"You need not trouble about that," he said. "You have done your part, and I'll see that you get your reward."
She nodded.
"If it was to be done over again," she began; then she moved on a step, but stopped and, with a spot of red, said:
"I advise you to get away before Blair comes back. If he should happen to turn up"—she shrugged her shoulders—"I wouldn't give much for your life!"
He nodded and laughed, and his eyes flashed evilly.
"Blair will not turn up!" he said.
The tone of confidence startled her.
"Why? What have you done with him?" she asked.
"Now, my dear Lottie," he said in a low voice, and looking round cautiously, "don't interfere with my part of the play. It doesn't concern you. Get off as fast as you can, and make your mind easy. Stop! you'll want money," and he put his hand to his pocket; but, with a deep flush and a tightening of the lips, she refused it—as Margaret had refused hers!