"
"Elizabeth," said Mrs. Severance softly. She could not imagine how time,
even when successfully played for and gained, could help the situation very
much--but that was the only thing she could think of doing, and she did it,
therefore, with every trick of deliberation she knew, as if any instant
saved before he went into the dining-room might bring salvation.
"Do you know, I was always a little doubtful about Elizabeth. She was a
little too beautifully incurious about everything to be quite real--and a
little too well satisfied with her place, even on what we paid her. But of
course is she has been supplementing her salary with private-detective work
for you--"
She shrugged her shoulders.
"I suppose you were foolish enough to give her one of your private
numbers," she said a trifle acidly. "Which will mean that you will be
paying her a modest blackmail all the rest of your life, and you'll
probably have to provide for her in your will. Oh, I know Elizabeth! She'll
be perfectly secret--if she's paid for it--she'll never make you willing to
risk the scandal by asking for more than just enough.
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