"Has she screamed, or cried out?" he asked the man.
"Not since I put her in, las' night, Signore."
"Good. You've fed her?"
"The plenty. She eat very well. It's a nice lady, Signore."
"She's dangerous. Listen, Silvio: we must keep her there a week longer."
"If I am jailer a week, I mus' double my price," he asserted, shrugging his shoulders.
"Nonsense!"
"The lady will offer me more to let her out. She say so."
"What! You'd betray me?"
"Not if I have the gold—here, in my hand—now, Signore."