"You mean—"
The boatman nodded.
"Impossible!"
"Not a bit, ma'am, if you'll only dance the way you did with me. You can make a man forget everything else except his feet. It'll be dead easy. He'll be in a trance. All you do when you've got him under the influence is to cop his badge. And be sure to get two; that means two dances."
Rosalind was unconvinced.
"Tell me more," she commanded.
For another five minutes the boatman talked earnestly. She hesitated doubtfully and shook her head several times, yet she listened. When the wavering instants came upon her she thought of the bracelet. Whenever she remembered that fresh resolution re-enforced her soul.
"It is despicable—hateful!" she said.
"But it's reasonably sure," he supplemented.
"And then—if I get them?"