"Did you hear that?" he demanded.
"Hush! Keep your voice down, or I won't tell you nothing of what I know. Remember you're supposed to be making love to me."
"All right, all right; but I want an answer to my question."
"Well, then, of course, I heard it. I was at the keyhole there—that's why I want you to whisper now.—And I heard more."
"What was that?"
"Wait a minute. You'll do me a favor if I tell you?"
"Anything," he smiled.
"But this is business. If I tell you something that it's worth your while to know, will you promise not to blow on me to Miss Rose?"
"I promise."
"And to do something more that I'll ask you?"