"I don't know how he died," she said resolutely. "As regards that, I am as ignorant as you are, though I believe Francis killed him."
"Ah! You then acknowledge me to be Francis?" "I acknowledge nothing. Let me pass, Mr. Denham. I have to attend to my business."
"Not till you tell me where your so-called father, Strent, is to be found."
"I don't know," she said sullenly.
"Yes, you do," persisted Olivia, "and you shall not leave this room till you tell all."
"If I do not go to the theater, I shall be ruined."
"That does not matter to us," said Francis mercilessly.
The woman looked at our three faces, and, seeing therein no hope of mercy, compromised the matter.
"Let me have a night to think over it," she entreated anxiously.
"No," said Francis and Olivia in one breath, "you must tell all now."