"How do you know?"
"I know—and that's enough. If you don't let me in at once, I'll have the law on you, and you'll go to prison for ten or twenty years," went on Nelson, bound to put his argument as strongly as possible.
At this Sarah Higgins grew pale, and the hand with the rolling-pin dropped at her side.
"Sure you aint making a mistake, boy?"
"No; I know exactly what I am talking about. That young lady is not crazy, and neither you nor Bulson have any right to keep her a prisoner."
"He said she was crazy; that she needed rest and quiet. That's why he brought her here."
"He is a villain, and if you know when you are well off, you'll have nothing to do with him. Now let me in, before I hammer down the door and turn you over to the police."
"Oh, my! don't hammer down the door, and don't call the police!" shrieked Sarah Higgins. "I meant to do no wrong, I can assure you."
"Then open the door."
"You will not—not touch me if I do?" she asked timidly.