"I'll put nothing in writing," he said; "not a blooming word. But if you'll promise me on your word of honour as a lady that you'll not blab, and that you'll not put the police on me, I'll tell you all I know. Mind you, I've confessed nothing yet. Not a word."
"I don't want any confession as to your part. That's proved enough already. What I want to know is how much you were paid for swearing falsely?"
"Will you promise me never to say a word? Mind you, I'll go to gaol sooner than put anything in writing."
"I don't want to be too hard on you," she said, after a pause.
"And the secret will be between our two selves?"
"Yes."
"And if I don't tell you, you'll set the police on me?"
"This very day."
"And if I do tell, fair and square, you'll deal fair and square with me?"
"Well, yes. You deserve to be sent to prison for robbing an honest man of his character, but for the information I want I will pay the price of silence."