“Oh, yes, sir,” exclaimed the girl, “I’d trust you in anything. That’s why I spoke to you now, I’m not a person who takes to everyone. Besides, I had an uncle in the City Police—he’s dead now or I might have gone to him—and he always said what a good, straight man you were.”
Larose nodded. “Well, if you can trust me”—his face became very grave and very stern—“can I trust you? I mean, can you hold your tongue?”
Jane looked hurt. “Oh, yes, sir! I promise not to say a word. I won’t even tell my sister if you don’t want me to.”
“Good!” nodded Larose. “Then tell me, do you like your master?”
She shook her head. “I don’t think anyone he employs would like him, sir. We don’t dislike him, for he doesn’t bother us much and he pays well. But he’s never friendly and never says a word more to us t
