Grantham sighed. “I’m tippin’ you, Carrie. If Raven knew about this, he’d finish both of us.”
Carrie shrugged a little. “Maybe it’d be better to get rid of her,” she said. “It’s a pity. She’s a nice bit of meat.”
Grantham suddenly stiffened. “You ain’t usin’ her?”
“Why not? She uses food, don’t she? I don’t have dead heads around here.”
“You mean you’ve hired her out?”
“Only to the guys who I can trust. She doesn’t know who’s a stranger or not. If she opens her mouth she’ll get another lickin’. You’d be surprised how she hates a lickin’.” Carrie laughed.
Grantham shook his head. “I don’t like it,” he said.
“I know what’s right,” Carrie returned. “She’s lost all her starch nowthat was the only way to make her lose it.”
“All right, I’ll leave it to you,” Grantham said, opening the door. “I’ll go and see Raven.”
When he had gone Carrie went upstairs. She went into the big reception−room, where the girls were getting ready for the evening’s work.