“Facts,” he declared, “or rather one fact which dominates everything and before which you will have to give way.”
“What does that mean?” asked Josephine, more and more disturbed. “What is it you want?”
“I don’t want—I demand.”
“What?”
“The immediate liberty of Clarice. The liberty of leaving this place without either you or Leonard stirring a foot.”
She burst out laughing and asked: “Is that all?”
“That’s all.”
“And in exchange you offer me?”
“The key-word of the enigma!”
She quivered and said: “You know it, then?”