“Don’t you? Now I do. I don’t want to be unpleasant, but I should like you to reflect that a dead girl or so found in this quarter of the city will occasion no surprise. There’s a man downstairs who does those sort of jobs very neatly. Now, you’re a sensible young woman. What I propose is this: you will sit down and write to Harry Rayburn, telling him to join you here and bring the diamonds with him⁠—”

“I won’t do anything of the kind.”

“Don’t interrupt your elders. I propose to make a bargain with you. The diamonds in exchange for your life. And don’t make any mistake about it, your life is absolutely in my power.”

“And Harry?”

“I’m far too tenderhearted to part two young lovers. He shall go free too⁠—on the understanding, of course, that neither of you will interfere with me in future.”

“And what guarantee have I that you will keep your side of the bargain?”