“Yes, and so is some poison—clear as crystal.”
“You know, then, where she lives?”
“Oh yes, I know where she lives,” growled Pacey savagely.
“Take me to her.”
Pacey shook himself free, and literally glared at the plainly dressed girl at his side.
“I wish you would take me to her, Mr Pacey. I must see her at once.”
“You? You see her? That tiger lily of a woman! No, that won’t do at all.”
“Mr Pacey, I must see her. I have failed with Armstrong, but something tells me that I may succeed with her.”
“But do you know what sort of a woman she is?”
“A lady of title, beautiful and rich.”