"Liar!"
"Not at all. I've got some new evidence now—some quite fresh light on the scene—which may be useful to me. I want money. You seem to have a lot. And I want to be paid back a little of what I'm owed. Oh, I can hold my tongue, if it's made worth my while. I don't suppose you've told your American young man anything about Dick Tanner—eh?"
"Let go the horse!" she said fiercely, trying to recapture the reins.
"You've nothing to do with me any more."
"Haven't I? Oh, by all means tell your Yankee that I've waylaid you. I shouldn't at all object to an interview with him. In fact, I rather think of asking for it. But if you want to prevent it, you've got to do what you're told."
He came closer, and spoke with slow emphasis. "You've got to arrange a time—when I can see you—alone? When shall it be?"
Silence. But far ahead there were sounds as of some one approaching.
Delane leapt on the step of the cart.
"This is Monday. Wednesday night—get rid of everybody! You can do it if you like. I shall come at nine. You've got to let me in."
Her white, quivering face was all his answer.
"Don't forget," he said, jumping down. "Good-night!"
And in a second he was gone, where, she could not tell.