"Except what we may have saved from our individual profits," Wolvert observed smoothly. "You at least will not starve, my dear Marcia."
Mrs. Atterbury darted a vicious glance at him, as Madame Cimmino said with a shudder:
"Unless the end has come, and we are lost! As for me I shall kill myself before again the doors of a hideous American prison close on me!"
"Don't be morbid, Speranza." Mrs. Atterbury shrugged impatiently. "I am not even thinking of that. I am concerned only with one question:—Who among us is the traitor?"
Wolvert raised his eyebrows.
"Us?" he queried. "You speak with painful directness, Marcia! Surely you except our own immediate circle!"
"If you ask me, it was an inside job," asserted Welch bluntly. "I was doped and so was Caroline. There's no gettin' around that!"
Ide coughed nervously.
"I hope the loyalty of none of us is in question." His thin high voice quavered. "Personally I—"
"Personally, you're absolved!" interrupted Wolvert with a sneer. "You wouldn't have the nerve to chloroform a blind kitten!"