'Look here, Miss Brown,' he said, 'the game's up. I want that paper you're keeping for Jules.'
She suddenly showed her teeth. Her face was like the face of a wild animal. She struggled so violently that they swayed towards the parapet. Her left hand slipped into the bosom of her gown. Before he could stop her, her fingers were making pulp of the paper which she had drawn up in crushed fragments. She threw it over the parapet into the black water. Then she ceased to struggle. She laughed hysterically and leaned back against the wall. The water near where the fragments of paper had fallen was all churned up—the little tug had hurried off.
'Clever, ain't you?' she mocked. 'Any need to hold on to me any more?'
He released her wrist. The car had come thundering down the little street. It suddenly pulled up with a grinding of brakes. Suzanne sprang lightly out.
'The formula?' she cried.
He pointed downwards to the water.
'Destroyed!'
Her sigh was almost one of relief.
'Was there a tug here?' she asked eagerly.
He nodded.