"Mine."
There was silence in which the man's fingers bent, as if he felt her throat between them. Then he recovered himself.
"But–this woman–where is she?"
The actress lifted her shapely shoulders.
"Where is the Maccabee?" she asked in return.
He made no answer.
"Did you get that treasure here–since yesterday?" he asked at last querulously.
"No, by Pluto! I got it in the hills near to Emmaus. You would have had it in another day." She laughed impudently, in spite of the murderous blackening in his face.
"Then, since you are such a shrewd thief, why did you come here at all, since you had the gold?" he demanded, astonished in spite of his rage.
She waved a pair of jeweled hands.