In the meantime Nellie was listening to the murmured conversation in the library.
The voice of her cousin came clear to the girl’s ear.
“I say we are ruined, and there’s no use sending for her and arguing the matter, and she simply hates me, and you can’t take a girl like her and marry her against her will.”
“I will not listen to such a thing as giving her a statement of her account,” said the Jew.
“We will have to,” said Benson again.
“Another thing,” and by close peeking Nellie could see Nathans lean over toward her cousin to see the effect of his words, “they have gotten onto the fact that there was something crooked about that jewel story which we trumped up against Tom Cooper, and that little minx had all the police force upon the trail. Even Arkwright came to me about it.”
[“Then she must die,”] said Benson, standing up.
“That’s what I have said,” repeated the Jew.
“But how to manage it,” cried the other; “how to manage it.”
“Send for her,” laughed the Jew, “and I will try again to get her life like I did that time fifteen years ago.”