At breakfast with Nate Godard that morning she gave him the key to the situation—but not the situation itself.
“You keep away from those two town houses, Nate,” she said grimly to him, over her coffee.
“What’s that for?” inquired Godard curiously.
“Never mind what it’s for,” replied the girl, with threatening significance. “You do just as I say; that was the agreement when I undertook to accomplish this Carter job for you.”
Godard started slightly.
“Is it done?” he quickly asked.
“It’s as good as done, make no mistake about that.”
“On the level?” cried Godard, with knavish eagerness.
“Yes, on the level,” declared Belle. “But, mark what I say, Nate, and this goes.”
“Well?”