“I wonder if I ought to do it,” she mused.
“Do what?” he demanded.
“Let you get away. You have so far stolen nothing so I should not be aiding or abetting a crime.”
“Indeed you would,” he said promptly. “My very presence here is illegal and as you see I have opened that absurd safe.”
“What an amazing burglar!” she cried, “he does not want his freedom.”
“It is your duty as Mr. Guestwick’s daughter to send me to jail and I shan’t respect you if you don’t.”
She was again the haughty young society woman gazing at a curious specimen of man.
“It is very evident,” she snapped, “that you don’t appreciate your position. Instead of sending you to prison I am willing to give you another chance. Will you promise me never to do this sort of thing again if I let you go?”
Trent looked up.
“I have enjoyed your conversation very much,” he observed genially, “but I have work to do. Inside that safe I expect to find fifty thousand dollars and possibly some odd trinkets. I am in particular need of the money and I propose to get it.”