"Only my girlish curiosity."
"Tie a can to it," begged Mr. Waddington. "This is a delicate business, and the last thing I want is anybody snooping into motives and first causes. Just you go ahead, like a nice girl, and get that necklace and pass it over to me when nobody's looking, and then put the whole matter out of your pretty little head and forget about it."
"Just as you say. And now, coming down to it, what is there in it for me?"
"Three hundred dollars."
"Not nearly enough."
"It's all I've got."
Fanny meditated. Three hundred dollars, though a meagre sum, was three hundred dollars. You could always use three hundred dollars when you were furnishing, and the job, as outlined, seemed simple.
"All right," she said.
"You'll do it?"
"I'm on."