That she fully intended to murder him, Nick now, had not a doubt. The homicidal madness was in her eyes, in her every feature, her every motion, and it rang in every word that fell from her bloodless lips.
Yet the inflexible nerve of the detective did not for a moment desert him.
"Send the blade home at once, if you like," he said, with a scornful frown.
"Not yet—not yet!" she cried, shrilly. "There'll be time for that."
"Time and to spare," sneered Nick.
"I first wish to torture you, as you've tortured me!"
"Go ahead, then."
"Once more! Are you ready?"
"Let it come."
Again she drew back the glittering blade, only to mock him with several pretended thrusts, hoping thus to create and prolong an agony of fear and suspense.