"I will tell you one thing," she answered; "there will be no more robberies by us. From to-night we begin to enjoy the proceeds."
"That is interesting."
"And you will quite appreciate that, although you are not so clever as people imagine, you are a difficulty."
"It is no use my petitioning you to let me go for the sake of—of our friendship?"
"I am afraid not."
"What then?"
"Dead men tell no tales," she said.
It was an uncomfortable answer. It was the only way out of the difficulty I had been able to conceive.
"Pardon me, they do," I returned quietly. "In watching me so carefully, and beating me at the game, you have advertised your interest in me to scores of people. You have forged a link between us. My death will mean a quick search for you and your confederates. I am likely to be more dangerous to you dead than alive."
"Do you suppose that has not been considered and arranged for?"