“She had a good deal of it, if she wanted to give it up.”
“So I supposed. But she was too clever for me. She spoke well of you, but not a word could I get from her about Henry. Yet she gave me the idea that she knew much.”
“I should think she might. I had told her the whole story.”
“She is a strange woman.”
“She was able to hold her tongue.”
“A strange gift, you mean to say, I suppose,” laughed Mrs. Knapp.
“She was quite as successful in concealing from me the fact that she had ever had word with you, though I suspected that she knew more than she told.”
“She is used to keeping secrets, I suppose,” replied Mrs. Knapp. “But I must reward her well for what she has done.”
“She is beyond fear or reward.”
“Dead?” cried Mrs. Knapp in a shocked voice. “And how?”