"I will make it up to sixty pounds (to set you going again) on two conditions." She suddenly recovered her power of speech.

"Give me the money!" she cried, with greedy impatience of delay.
"First condition," he continued, without noticing the interruption: "you are not to suffer, either in purse or person, if you give us the information that we want." She interrupted him again.

"Tell me what it is, and be quick about it." "Second condition," he went on as impenetrably as ever; "you take me to the place where I can find the certificate of your marriage to Septimus Darts." Her eyes glared at him like the eyes of a wild animal.

Furies, hysterics, faintings, denials, threats--Jackling endured them all by turns.

It was enough for him that his desperate guess of the evening before, had hit the mark on the morning after.