Danglar’slittleblackeyesnarrowed，andhethrusthisheadforwardandoutfromhisshoulderssavagely。Intheflickeringcandlelight，withcontortedfaceandsnarlinglips，helookedagainthebeasttowhichshehadoncelikenedhim。
“NevermindhowI’mgoingtogether！“heflungout，withanoath。
“ItoldyouI’dbeenbusy。That’senough！You’llseeRhodaGray，inthesemi-darkness，shruggedhershoulders。Wastheman，promptedbyrageandfury，simplymakingwildthreats，orhadheatlastsomedefiniteandperhapsinfallibleplanthathepurposedputtingintooperation？Shedidnotknow；and，muchasitmeanttoher，shedidnotdaretaketheriskofarousingsuspicionbypressingthequestion。Failing，then，toobtainanyintimationofwhathemeanttodo，thenextthingmosttobedesiredwastogetridofhim。
“You’vegotthemoney。That’swhatyoucamefor，wasn’tit？“shesuggestedcoldly。
Hestaredatherforamoment，andthenhisfacegraduallylostitsscowl。