“You propose to take them from me by force?”
“Yes. Unless you choose to give them to me.”
“And you expect me to trust you with them.”
“Yes.”
There was a silence.
“Of course you are stronger than I,” she observed musingly.
He offered no reply to this.
Her thin mouth curved into the faint smile that was as cold as her calculating brain. “So”—said she “we're enemies, then?”
This evidently did not interest him.
“I think,” she went on, quietly desperate, “that I'll try crying and screaming. I'm something of an actress.”