"We understand each other," said Greenwood. "I have money—and you want money: you are a returned transport, and in my power. I can serve and save you; or I can ruin and crush you for ever."
"You speak candidly, at all events," observed Stephens, somewhat bitterly. "Try promises first; and should they fail, essay threats."
"I merely wished you to comprehend your true position with regard to me," said Greenwood, coolly.
"And now I understand it but too well. You require of me some service of a certain nature—no matter what: in a word, I agree to the bargain."
"The business regards Eliza Sydney," proceeded Greenwood.
"Eliza Sydney!" exclaimed Stephens, in dismay.
"Yes; I love her—and she detests me. I must therefore gratify two passions at the same moment—vengeance and desire."
"Impossible!" cried Stephens. "You can never accomplish your schemes through my agency!"
"Very good:" and Mr. Greenwood moved towards the bell.
"What would you do?" demanded Stephens, in alarm.