Miss Gray smiled at the country girl’s ignorance of such matters.
“No use,” she said shortly. “What could you do? You haven’t an atom of proof that you did not come here freely.”
“But that bit of paper?” cried Marion, pointing to the note that Miss Gray was holding between her fingers.
In the coolest possible manner the woman tore it into atoms.
“Would mean nothing at all, I can assure you,” she said quickly; “for in the first place, I have destroyed it.”
She rose and tossed the fragments into the grate as she spoke. Marion stared at her helplessly; she was too bewildered to answer.
When Miss Gray came back her eyes were shining dangerously.
“They have gone a little too far in their dastardly deeds this time,” she said in a whisper. “But have I the courage to thwart their plottings?”
She began pacing the floor as she asked the question.