“Who brought me here?”
“There, don’t ask too many questions,” smiled the dark jaileress. “You are liable to get some lies if you do.”
“What, are you in the plot, too?”
“I know my business,” evasively answered the woman. “You don’t think I live here for nothing, little one?”
Margie felt hope almost desert her soul.
“But you don’t intend to keep me here,” she cried. “You have no right to do that.”
“I obey orders, never asking any questions.”
“Then it is a plot against me. I remember the visit to the café. It was a decoy letter, after all. I went; I fell into the snare and here I am—lost!”
“Don’t take such a black view of matters and things,” was the reply. “Mebbe they aren’t quite as dark as you paint them.”
“They are dark enough,” said the despairing girl. “You shall not keep me here.”