“Oh, yes, you do. You know about the two hundred thousand. You were to get the confession, besides silencing him.”
“I’ve done nothing yet. I understand now,” said Claude, with a faint smile.
“When will you?”
“Just as soon as I get a chance.”
“Don’t you think you’re putting it off too long?”
“I don’t know. I’m doing my best.”
“But while he lives and keeps the confession written in Hell’s Kitchen it will be against us.”
“Yes.”
“You’re his chum. You know where he nests, and you are the proper person to silence this man with the terrible secret. You’re not afraid of the law, are you?”
Again Claude Lamont started and looked down into the flushed face of his sister.