'Ah?—you took payment for playing spy?'
'I fancied I could retrieve... Now I see the folly, the baseness. I was blind.'
'Then you sold me to a journalist for money?'
The intolerable scourge fetched a stifled scream from her and drove her pacing, but there was no escape; she returned to meet it.
The room was a cage to both of them, and every word of either was a sting.
'Percy, I did not imagine he would use it—make use of it as he has done.'
'Not? And when he paid for it?'
'I fancied it would be merely of general service—if any.'
'Distributed; I see: not leading to the exposure of the communicant!'
'You are harsh; but I would not have you milder.'