“Where is it?”
She made an effort to breathe out:
“Where's what?”
His tone expressed excited secrecy.
“The swag—plunder—pieces. It's a game of grab. We must have it; but it isn't easy, and so you will have to lend a hand. Come! is it kept in the house?”
As often with women, her wits were sharpened by the very terror of the glimpsed menace. She shook her head negatively.
“No.”
“Sure?”
“Sure,” she said.
“Ay! Thought so. Does your gentleman trust you?”