“I certainly will listen to you,” replied Nick, “but as to the advice I cannot tell yet. But, be seated and begin.”
The Brown Robin sat down, and, taking from her pocket a letter, she said:
“If you will read that it will be a good beginning.”
She handed it to him, and at a glance Nick saw that it was one of the kind with which now he was familiar. He read it:
“Mrs. Ansel: I have named my figures. I have only this to say further: If the money is not at the place to be mentioned, and at the time, your letters will be in the hands of your husband in the evening.
“The Brown Robin.”
Nick handed the letter back and waited for the Brown Robin to speak. Apparently she was much embarrassed, and Nick, studying her, thought she was an admirable actress.
Finally she burst out:
“You are not at all sympathetic, Mr. Carter. Cannot you help me by asking questions?”
Nick smiled. Her acting pleased him, it was so good.
“I presume I can,” he said. “I suppose this is a case of blackmail.”