"You say you paid Joe Bishop twenty-five——"
"I'll kill him!" shrieked the madam. "He's ruined me—ruined me!"
"Oh, he's all right," said Susan cheerfully. "I like him.
He's a pretty little fellow. I'll not give him away to Jim."
"Joe was dead stuck on you," cried the madam eagerly. "I might 'a' knowed he hadn't seen you before. I had to pay him the twenty-five right away, to get him out of the house and let me put you to work. He wanted to stay on."
Susan shivered, laughed to hide it. "Well, I'll go for twenty-five."
"Twenty-five!" shrieked the madam.
"You'll get it back from Joe."
"Maybe I won't. He's a dog—a dirty dog."
"I think I told Joe about Jim," said Susan reflectively. "I was awful gabby downstairs. Yes—I told him."
And her lowered eyes gleamed with satisfaction when the madam cried out: "You did! And after that he brought you here! He's got it in for me. But I'll ruin him! I'll tear him up!"