"Just a moment," he said, putting the table between them with a swift movement.

Once more he stole a glance at the scrap of paper in his hand by the flickering light of the candle.

Then he faced Dale boldly.
"Do you suppose, if that money is actually here, that I can simply turn this over to you and let you give it to Bailey ?" he said.

"Every man has his price.

How do I know that Bailey's isn't a million dollars ?" Dale felt as if he had dashed cold water in her face.