"For your sake least of all."
"You intend to tell him?"
"I do. You can save yourself the trouble of making this melodramatic exhibition. I'm not going to move one hair's breath from the position I have taken up. I want money, and I mean to have it."
Patience sprang to her feet in an access of mad fury and stood before him with clenched hands and blazing eyes.
"Are you not afraid I'll kill you?"
"Not a bit."
"You defy me."
"I do."
She drew a long breath, and snatched up her gloves from the table, her passion subsiding under his cool brutality as a stormy sea subsides when oil is cast upon the waters.
"Very well," she said coolly. "I'll tell everything to Doctor Larcher, and get him to prosecute both of us for conspiracy. I will stand in the dock and you beside me."