"Yes," she said.
She picked up her glass and drained it at one gulp. Then she sat back and laughed at him with a kind of brittle giddiness.
"Well?" he insisted.
"I'm a nice girl, aren't I?" she chattered. "I do the odd spot of gold digging here and there, and in my spare time I lure men to their deaths. What would the dear vicar say if he knew?"
"I expect he'd say plenty. But that doesn't seem to matter so much as what you say. Do you enjoy luring men to their deaths?"
"I love it!"
"Then of course you'll be wanting another job soon. Why don't you advertise? There must be plenty of openings if you can produce proof of previous experience."
She sat looking at him, and two scalding tears brimmed in her eyes.
"You swine!" she whispered.
"I'm sorry," he said cynically.