But I
shall not hand you over to the police."
"You won't?" Mrs. Jasher stared, scarcely able to believe her
ears.
"No. Give me a day to think over matters, and I shall arrange
what to do with you. I think there is some good in you, Mrs.
Jasher, and so I shall see if I can't assist you. In the
meantime I shall have your cottage watched, so that you may not
run away."
"In that case, you may as well hand me over to the police," she
said bitterly.
"Not at all," rejoined Random coolly. "I can trust my servant,
who is stupid but honest and is devoted to me. I'll see that
everything is kept quiet. But if you attempt to run away I shall
have you arrested for blackmail. You understand?"
"Yes. You are treating me very well," she gasped. "When shall I
see you?"
"To-morrow evening. I must talk the matter over with Braddock.
To-morrow I shall arrange what to do, and probably I shall give
you a chance of leading a new life in some other part of the
world. What do you say?"
"I accept. Indeed, there is nothing else left for me to do."
"That is an ungrateful speech," said Random severely.
"I daresay. However, we can talk of gratitude to-morrow.
Meanwhile, please leave me.
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