"Listen, John G. Slade," she said, her tone changing from the felinely feminine to the matter-of-fact, "don't let's continue as children. You are no match for me at this game. I warn you. Come. Be direct. Will you have me as an ally?"
He turned and looked at her, considering.
"In what way?"
"Is it of importance to you to know the probable fate of Majendie and the Atlantic Trust?"
"Yes—in a way."
"I may have means of learning just that information tonight."
"What do you want in return?"
"Full confidence. I want two questions answered."
"What?"
She had raised herself to a sitting position out of the languor which was not the indolence of the Oriental, but rather the volcanic slumbering of the Slav, always ready to break forth into sudden tremendous exertion.