When she was able to be up, Cairness went in to see her. She was sitting on a chair, and looking sulkily out of the window. "You got me jailed all right," she sneered, "ain't you?" and she motioned to the grating of iron.
"You can go whenever you like now," Cairness told her. She demanded to know where she was to go to, and he answered that that was not his affair, but that he would suggest a safe distance. "Somebody else getting hold of the truth of the Kirby business mightn't be so easy on you as I am."
"How do I know you're done with me yet?" she snapped.
He told her that she didn't know it, because he was not; and then he explained to her. "What I want of you now is for you to come over with Taylor and me to see Stone."
She jumped to her feet. "I ain't going to do it."
"Yes," he assured her unmoved, "you are. At least you are going to do that, or go to jail."
"What do you want me to say to Stone?"
"Nothing much," he told her. He and Taylor could take care of the talking. Her part would be just to stand by and pay attention.
"And after that?"