"Affairs of this kind are not settled in a minute." "Then it was that miserable woman ?" "Yes." "Well, what did you make out of her ?" "Not much; she's too greedy.

The taste of blood has sharpened her appetite." "What does she want ?" "She wants two hundred dollars paid into her hand to-day, and says that if the money isn't here by sundown, you'll have a visit from her in less than an hour afterward." "Will that be the end of it ?" A sinister smile curved Mrs.Bray's lips slightly.
"More than I can say," she answered.
"Two hundred dollars ?" "Yes.

She put the amount higher, but I told her she'd better not go for too big a slice or she might get nothing--that there was such a thing as setting the police after her.

She laughed at this in such a wicked, sneering way that I felt my flesh creep, and said she knew the police, and some of their masters, too, and wasn't afraid of them.

She's a dreadful woman;" and Mrs.Bray shivered in a very natural manner.
"If I thought this would be the last of it!" said Mrs.Dinneford as she moved about the room in a disturbed way, and with an anxious look on her face.
"Perhaps," suggested her companion, "it would be best for you to grapple with this thing at the outset--to take our vampire by the throat and strangle her at once.