And to this collection she now had an addition to make, an addition furnished at the expense of a poor girl who had never wronged a person in the world, who had never made herself an enemy, but who simply stood in an evil man's way to a fortune.
Helen did not die.
No, she lived, ardently as she prayed that she might not.
And of a strength of character that is unusual in a woman, she did not suffer as great a nervous shock as Tige had anticipated.
"I guess it'll have to be 'kill her!'" the hyena-like woman muttered to herself. "But I'll not do that until I've had a little more fun with her."
Fun!
If fun it was to her, she had plenty of it. But to her victim it was something far—far different!
[CHAPTER XVIII.]
PUZZLED.