"And how much did they pay you for letting that doctor send Florence to Atlantic City? I know everything. Hereafter, walk straight. If you play another trick I'll kill you with these two hands. And listen and tell this to your confederates: I always know every move they make; that is why no one is missing from this house. There is a traitor. Let them find him if they can. Will you walk straight, or will you leave?"
"I—I will walk straight," she faltered. "The money was too big a temptation."
"Did they give it to you?"
"Yes. And more to stay here. But this is the first bit of dishonest work I ever did."
"Well, remember what I have said. Another misstep and I'll make an end to you. Don't think I'm trying to scare you. You have witnessed enough to know that it's life and death in this house. Now run along."
At the garden Jim and Florence sauntered among the crowd, not having any particular objective point in view.
"Sh!" whispered Jim.
"What is it?"
"Olga Perigoff is yonder in a box."
"Very well; let us go and sit with her. Is she alone?"