Again he pitied her as he saw with what eager swiftness she caught at his bait.
"Yes," she nodded, catching her breath. "Yes, I will help you."
His face grew blacker. He raised his clenched hands so she could see them, and advanced a step toward her.
"Then tell me this—would you care if something happened to Shan Tung? Would you care if he died, if he was killed, if—"
Her breath was coming faster and faster. Again the red spots blazed in her cheeks.
"WOULD YOU CARE?" he demanded.
"No—no—I wouldn't care. He deserves to die."
"Then tell me where Shan Tung is. For my game is with him. And I believe it is a bigger game than your game, for it is a game of life and death. That is why I am interested in your affair. It is because I am selfish, because I have my own score to settle, and because you can help me. I shall ask you no more questions about yourself. And I shall keep your secret and help you with McDowell if you will keep mine and help me. First, where is Shan Tung?"
She hesitated for barely an instant. "He has gone out of town. He will be away for ten days."
"But he bought no ticket; no one saw him leave by train."