"And then?" she demanded, with a sneer.
"And then you'll leave San Remo as soon as you conveniently can."
She burst out into a peal of ironical laughter.
"Do you actually expect me to do that?"
"I do, and I'm certain you'll do it."
"I will not."
"No?"
"No."
They looked at one another in silence, she tapping her foot on the ground with a scornful smile, he eyeing her with calm deliberation.
"If you don't go to that desk and write what I ask you," he said at length, in a low, clear voice, "I'll tell the world all I know about Lola Trujillo."