“Rats! Nothing of that kind, Angel Face, take my word for it.”
“Your word ain’t much good. You didn’t tell me the truth.”
“About what?”
“Why you wanted that list of boxes, and why I was to keep you posted as to what the master and mistress were doing. I know all about it now. You were planning to rob them.”
“H’m, just so,” thought Chick, listening intently. “It’s as Nick suspected. This simpleton has been lured blindly into the crime by a designing woman. It was child’s play for Vera Vantoon.”
The woman laughed again and slipped her arm around the girl’s waist.
“What of it?” she replied, with voice lowered. “Don’t be frightened at that. Think what you’re to gain by it. Do you want to be a servant and slave the whole of your life? This little job will put you in right as long as you live.”
“But I’m scared out of my wits, Vera.”
“Nonsense!”
“I’m afraid we’ll be caught.”