"You will not do that," said Jack quietly.
Her thumb rested on the button. "Why won't I?" she demanded.
"Because you don't know yet how much I know."
Her hand dropped irresolutely. "What is it to me what you think you know. Are you trying to blackmail me?"
"I am not."
"What's your game then?"
"I'll tell you if you don't have me put out," said Jack, smiling dryly.
She agitatedly paced the room.
Jack went on: "I am doing you the credit of supposing that you do not know the true source of the money you spend."
"You are accusing me of dishonesty perhaps," she said haughtily.