"I don't know how honest you are," said Jack simply. "I am not acquainted with the terms of your agreement with Mr. B."
She stopped as if she had been transfixed. She went white to the lips. "Mr. B.!" she whispered. "You know him!"
"I know this much," said Jack slowly. "The thousand dollars a week which he sends you is the proceeds of blackmail—and murder!"
She staggered. He thought she was swooning, and sprang to catch her. But she fended him off, and sank in a chair unaided. It was a full minute before she could speak.
"You are just trying—to frighten me," she murmured huskily.
"I shall prove it before I go."
"What—what do you want of me?"
"I expect when I prove to you the truth of what I say, that you will repudiate Mr. B. and his generous allowance, and help me to hang him."
She did not answer at once, but only stared at him with big eyes.
"You will not accept anything further from him, of course."