"I'm not going to take you. They're coming here."
Corinna changed color. She studied his face narrowly. Evidently she decided that he was bluffing now, for she tossed her head.
"Go and sit down on the cot," he said coolly, "so we can talk quietly."
"I will not!" cried Corinna. "How dare you speak to me so!"
He was delighted with the spirit she showed. "It's too bad no one did it long ago," he said provokingly.
He approached her, and his eyes glittered again. Corinna, seething with rage, retreated, and plumped herself down on the cot.
"That's better," he said indulgently. He took the small box and, placing it against the wall, sat down and leaned back. Producing his pipe he filled it in leisurely style, affecting to be unconscious of her. Corinna's eyes blazed on him.
"Well, what have you to say for yourself?" he drawled at last. "You pretty little blackmailer!"
"You needn't insult me!" cried Corinna. Her eyes filled with angry tears.
But Evan's heart was hard. "Insult you!" he cried. "I like that! What have you been doing to me lately?"