You have evaded it once.' Miss Spencer looked into Nella's face, and then her eyes dropped, and her fingers worked nervously with the tablecloth.
'How can I tell you,' she said, 'when I don't know?
You've got the whip-hand of me, and you're tormenting me for your own pleasure.' She wore an expression of persecuted innocence.
'Did Mr Tom Jackson want to get some money out of Prince Eugen ?' 'Money! Not he! Tom's never short of money.' 'But I mean a lot of money--tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands ?' 'Tom never wanted money from anyone,' said Miss Spencer doggedly.
'Then had he some reason for wishing to prevent Prince Eugen from coming to London ?' 'Perhaps he had.

I don't know.

If you kill me, I don't know.' Nella stopped to reflect.

Then she raised the revolver.

It was a mechanical, unintentional sort of action, and certainly she had no intention of using the weapon, but, strange to say, Miss Spencer again cowered before it.