“That means that you mustn’t tell even your husband about it,” Tragg said.
“I don’t keep secrets from Arthur. I...”
“But this is a secret you must keep. Everyone must maintain absolute and complete silence about this. Do you understand?”
“Well, if you say so.”
“I do say so, and that means particularly that Junior isn’t to know anything about it.”
Mrs. Gentrie glanced resentfully at Rebecca. “I suppose I have you to thank...”
“Do I have your promise?” Tragg interrupted.
“Yes,” Mrs. Gentrie said. “I guess so — yes, if you say so. But you’ll see Junior isn’t the one who will walk into your trap.”
Tragg said, “Now let’s go some place where we can get a can. I’ll etch these letters in the top of the can with the point of my jackknife.”
Rebecca beamed at Tragg with the smile an unattached woman in the forties bestows upon an attractive male. “I’ll get the can for you and show you how to seal it.”