"You mean——" she pondered.
"You know perfectly well what I mean. The Hinckley girl. You assisted her to make her escape from that Buller brute. I hope you thought well, before you took the risk."
"Risk?" repeated Martha.
"Yes, risk. Evidently you don't know the difference between courage and recklessness."
"No'm, I don't. But I'll look'm up in the dickshunerry."
Madam Crewe brought her teeth together with a snap.
"Slawson, you're a strange specimen. I sometimes wonder if you're plus or minus. You certainly are not a simple equation, that's sure."
Martha smiled. "Speakin' o' the Hinckley girl—Ellen—I'd a letter from the uncle she went to, sayin' she landed there safe an' sound. So she's off'n my mind."
"And Buller?"
"He never was on it. I don't mind him. His name ought to been spelled with a Y 'stead of the R. Them kind's never dangerous."