“How soon do yuh figure on leavin’ here?” he asked softly.
She looked at him queerly, wondering what he meant.
“Marsh is almost through with yuh,” he continued. “You ain’t been much of a success as a spy, yuh know.”
She blinked quickly, but her eyes hardened.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, yes, yuh do. And this is just between friends. Marsh is goin’ to double-cross you.”
“Ye-es?” More interest and less suspicion now.
“Yuh know. Marsh never plays a losin’ game. You think you can hold him up for more money, but yo’re all wrong. You’ve got the idea that you’ve got information he’ll pay yuh to keep to yourself. He will not. With his organisation, there’s plenty ways to stop your mouth.”
Della licked her dry lips and began fumbling with her bracelets.
“Just how much do you know?” she asked softly.