“Answer my question.”
“Maybe you’ll pay me as the rest did, as both of them did, but I can tell you I ain’t to be fooled this time. Old Meg ain’t wise, but she will get her money in advance.”
“Very well, you need not be uneasy about the money; I want to know just when you will tell me what you have promised.”
Old Meg sat with downcast eyes for a moment, then she said, bringing her cinched fist upon her knee, as though to make the statement stronger:
“When you give me five hundred dollars, and tell me where Rene is.”
“Your information must be valuable.”
“It is worth that to you.”
“I will agree to it, providing you tell me what I wish to know. When will you come?”
“Before the snow flies.”