"I am. There's no good denying that."
"Has he no heart? Have you no heart, that you conspire with him to persecute a friendless girl?"
"I gets paid for it."
So McGinnis dryly replied.
"Paid for it? Then you lack conscience as well as heart. I beg of you, do not do this horrible thing. Release me, restore me to my friends, and I will pray for you as long as I live."
"Pray for me? Ha-ha!" laughed McGinnis. "That's a good one!"
Helen moaned bitterly.
Nothing could move the villain except money, and that Helen did not have.
McGinnis watched her for some time in silence, a gloating expression in his eyes.
He had something in his mind, and presently it came out.