'
'Then there is a gang of you?'
'A gang of us - a gang! I don't know what you mean,' Miss Spencer
quavered.
'Oh, but you must know,' smiled Nella calmly. 'You can't possibly
be so innocent as all that, Mrs Tom Jackson. You can't play games
with me. You've just got to remember that I'm what you call a
Yankee girl. There's one thing that I mean to find out, within the
next five minutes, and that is - how your charming husband
kidnapped Prince Eugen, and why he kidnapped him. Let us begin
with the second question. You have evaded it once.'
Miss Spencer looked into Nella's face, and then her eyes dropped,
and her fingers worked nervously with the tablecloth.
'How can I tell you,' she said, 'when I don't know? You've got the
whip-hand of me, and you're tormenting me for your own
pleasure.' She wore an expression of persecuted innocence.
'Did Mr Tom Jackson want to get some money out of Prince
Eugen?'
'Money! Not he! Tom's never short of money.'
'But I mean a lot of money - tens of thousands, hundreds of
thousands?'
'Tom never wanted money from anyone,' said Miss Spencer
doggedly.
'Then had he some reason for wishing to prevent Prince Eugen
from coming to London?'
'Perhaps he had. I don't know. If you kill me, I don't know.' Nella
stopped to reflect. Then she raised the revolver. It was a
mechanical, unintentional sort of action, and certainly she had no
intention of using the weapon, but, strange to say, Miss Spencer
again cowered before it.
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