‘And am I to go back home at once?’
‘Yes,’ replied he resolutely.
‘Do you know why—for what reason?’
‘I do.’
‘Come, like a good boy, tell me, and you shall have this.’ And she drew a piece of silver from her purse, and held it temptingly before him. ‘Why should I go back, now?’
‘Because,’ muttered he, ‘because—’ and it was plain, from the glance in his eyes, that the bribe had engaged all his faculties.
‘So, then, you will not tell me?’ said she, replacing the money in her purse.
‘Yes,’ said he, in a despondent tone.
‘You can have it still, Larry, if you will but say who sent you here.’
‘He sent me,’ was the answer.