“This morning, on reaching the bank, I found the letter which you now have in your possession.”
“How much money did she take?”
“A little less than a hundred dollars—I cannot tell exactly; between ninety and a hundred.”
“Did you see any one else then?”
“No.”
“You could go again to that house?”
“No doubt of it.”
“Have you told me everything that occurred?”
“Everything, reserved nothing. Now, I want those photographs, Mr. Carter. I want you to get them. I’ll pay for them; but I won’t be blackmailed.”
Nick was silent a moment or two, thinking. Then he said: