“No one is, I am sure.”
“Silly! Why, they are all afraid of you, down there.” She jerked her head toward the after house. “They want to offer you something, but none of them will do it.”
“Offer me something?”
She came a little closer, so that her round shoulder touched mine.
“Why not? You need money, I take it. And that’s the one thing they have—money.”
I began to understand her.
“I see,” I said slowly. “They want to bribe me.”
She shrugged her shoulders.
“That is a nasty word. They might wish to buy—a key or two that you carry.”
“The storeroom key, of course. But what other?”