Rose's placid smile was eminently convincing.
"I guess I know my business," she said.
"I dare say you do. Only don't let him know that you know mine."
"Trust me for that, Wes' dear."
"Because, if O'Malley could get hold of it, he would have a rather formidable weapon."
"He doesn't know I ever set my lamps on you."
"Good," said Dyker; "and he mustn't know it for a good many months to come. Now, then, let's have just one pint more between us—only a pint—my dear—and——"
But the woman at the keyhole waited to hear no more.