"Céline here!" gasped Ena. "How much does she know?"
"How can we tell? I've simply defied her."
"But why didn't you offer to pay? They, of course, want money."
Rapidly he described to the two excited women what had occurred. Then at last Lilla said:
"Well, the only thing we can do is to sit tight. We must—if we are to get the money paid on dear Augusta's policy."
"Of course, we can't slip out, or it would be an admission, if Céline really goes to the police."
"There is nothing to prevent her," remarked Ena. "The girl is dangerous."
"So is that girl Ramsay. I've always said so," Lilla declared. "Her lover is out of the way, and the sooner she herself is silenced the better, for as long as that pair are alive they will always be a menace to us."
"I quite agree," said the red-haired widow. "You said that many weeks ago."
"Well, it is all in Bernie's hands. It's no use getting the insurance company to pay without taking due precautions to protect ourselves, is it?" asked Boyne's wife.