Don't glare at me like that! I don't care tuppence for your millions and your social position.

What I do care about is the horrible risk you and each member of your family are incurring.

You know why, and while you are still alive I mean to force you to speak.

Tell me now why Mrs.Lester was killed.

Tell me, too, why the same hand which thrust a little ivory skull into the dead woman's underbodice caused a similar token to be delivered to you by this morning's post.