"How do you know?" he said.
"I know you wouldn't. I am not afraid for myself, but for you as well as this boy. If you killed him, you might be hung, and then what would become of me?"
"What else can I do?" asked her husband, irresolutely.
"Threaten him as much as you like. Make him take an oath never to inform against you. He's a boy that'll keep his oath."
"What makes you think so?"
"I read it in his face. It is an honest face, and it can be trusted."
"Well, old woman, perhaps you are right. The other way is dangerous, and if this will work as well, I don't mind trying it. Now let us go to bed, and when the boy's had time to fall asleep, I'll go in and secure the money."