"No, I'm quite sure he won't say a word about that," was the slow and thoughtful reply. "Gabe's as cunning as a fox, even when he's drunk."
"He told you about it, though."
"Ah, that's different. He knows that I understand all about it. But he won't say a word to anyone else. If he does, he won't get any more money. He's cute enough for that."
"And you think he will come to me for more money?"
"I am sure of it. He'll never let up until he drains you of the last cent, that is, if you let him. And you're not the only one."
"No?" Mrs. Hampton was becoming very curious now. "Does he work his game upon others?"
"I should say he does. There's another woman from whom he has got money, more than he got from you, and that's Mrs. Randall."
"Oh! Is she the—the woman who got my baby?"
"The very one. And Gabe was to her before he came to you. That's the way he's been acting, the villain."
Mrs. Hampton was silent for a few seconds. Her heart was beating fast. Now she knew for certain that Jess Randall was her own child. The last vestige of doubt had at last been removed.