men. What you
ask is impossible."
He expected an outburst but none came; instead, she sat looking at him
with a twisted smile.
"You'd better reconsider," she said at last, and there was in her voice
and manner the taunting confidence of a "gun-man" who has his hand at
his hip.
Symes spat out a particle of tobacco with angry vehemence and his ruddy
face turned redder.
"My answer is final."
Her composure grew with his loss of it.
"I hoped it wouldn't be necessary to remind you of your first visit
here, but it seems it is."
That was it then--the source of her assurance--she meant to trade upon,
to make capital of a professional secret. It was like her to remind him
of an obligation, to attain her ends.
"I've not forgotten," he answered with an effort, "but the favor you ask
is one I cannot conscientiously grant."
She laughed disagreeably.
"Since when has your conscience become a factor in your affairs?"
He could have throttled her for her insolence, but she gave him no
chance to reply.
"Supposing I insist?"
"Insist?" Was she threatening him?
She answered coldly--
"That's what I said."
"Do you mean"--his voice dropped to an incredulous whisper--"that you
are threatening to betray Augusta to attain your end?"
"I don't like to be thwarted for a whim--a senseless piece of sentiment.
This contract means too much to me."
"But do I understand aright?" She gloated as she saw his fading color.
"Do you intend to say that the price of your silence is this contract?"
"Something of the sort," she replied in cold stubbornness.
The full knowledge of her power swept over him; the helplessness of his
position filled him with sudden fury. He sprang to his feet and hurled
his cigar through the open window. His thick fingers twitched to choke
the insolent smile from her face.
"You traitor! You blackmailer!"
She arose leisurely.
"Unpleasant words--but there are others as unpleasant."
With his hands thrust deep in his trousers pockets Symes faced her,
eyeing her with an expression which would have made most women wince but
which she returned with absolute composure. She was in control of the
situation and realized it to the full. Symes was speechless nearly in
the face of such effrontery, such disloyalty, such ingratitude.
"You would sacrifice your best friend for money!"
"Business is business, and I'm out for the stuff, as I told you, but
there's no sense in letting it come to that.
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