Then there was a click as he turned the key in the lock and made her a prisoner.
“She won’t run away from you now, Renée,” he chuckled to the woman watching from the table.
“That’s all very well,” the woman retorted, “but what am I to do if any of the neighbours comes round?”
“Keep ’em out,” he replied. “Don’t make any difficulties, woman, you know what our orders are. We must obey without question.”
“And how am I to feed ’er with nothin’ in the ’ouse and you not givin’ me any money since Friday?”
“Feed ’er?” the man echoed incredulously. “Let ’er starve. Our instructions are to keep ’er ’ere till we’re told what to do with ’er. That be all! They didn’t say anythin’ about a feather bed or a roast goose, so we needn’t trouble as to ’ow to provide them.”
Laughing at his own joke, Franç
