"Do I understand that you want to be paid for keeping silent?" she at
length found voice to ask.

"Certainly. That's what I'm here for. Business is business, remember,
and if I cannot make a living at my regular profession, I must turn to
the next best thing that offers."

"But this is a hold-up. Are you not afraid to do such a thing?"

"Afraid! Of what?"

The sudden flush that mantled the woman's face plainly showed that she
understood. The man noted it, and smiled.

"You realise the situation, madame, I see. That is very fortunate. I
have nothing to fear, as you would do almost anything rather than let
your secret be known."

"But suppose I do not accede to your demand, what then?"

"That would remain for you to find out, madame. Are you willing to run
the risk?"

"Heavens, no! It must not be. What is your price? Tell me quick, and
let us get through with this painful interview."

"Willingly, madame. I am as anxious to get through as you are. My
price is very moderate, considering the favor I am bestowing upon you.
I want five hundred dollars."