“No, no, no!”
“Then do as I say.”
The woman was silent a moment, and then said:
“I will do it. Where is the letter?”
“Here, already written and addressed.”
Nina de Sutro looked at the address, and read aloud:
“To Bonnie Belle,
“The Frying pan Hotel,
“Pocket City,
“Yellow Dust Valley.”
“Another victim, I suppose, of your treachery?” she said, with a sneer.
“She is one I love.”
“Ah! so you once told me.”