"Oh, Clara! what shall I----"
"Give it to them," she interrupted fiercely. "What is the use of fighting?"
With tears of rage in his eyes Boldini wrote the cheque and gave it to Olive. She looked at it with a nod, and passed it on to Aldean.
"So far so good," said the latter, cheerfully. "Now, Signor Boldini, sign this confession."
Without a word the man took pen and signed it, Jim attesting it with a flourish. "I think that is all," he remarked, rising. "You can go now."
"Am I not to sign it?" asked Clara, scowling.
"There is no necessity. Beyond that you are a spy, you are of small account."
"I am of this account," said Clara, furiously, "that Carlo is my husband."
"Your husband!" exclaimed Olive.
"Yes; we were married a year ago in St. Chad's Church, Marylebone. Carlo Boldini to Clara Trall. I am his wife--not you."