"Oh, very well," she replied, mildly. "The devil is always hungry for someone. Who do you want now?" "A Daize, a da Daize. Yous a lak a me, eh, a Daize?" "No, no; the devil shall not have my heart. My precious darling now." And Constance shrank from him, pressing the little form tighter to her breast. "But you may have money," she indifferently added. Jack smiled and bowed obsequiously. "Ten-na years eesa sella da banans, turnoppsis, carrottsis, cababbages--mak a da mon, naw! Now eesa steal a da kid, do anyting for a mak a da mon. Da mon, da mon," he repeated slowly three times, with deep-toned Dago emphasis. "Then eesa-go back a da sunny Italia," a phrase that escaped his lips as though shot from a rapid firer. In the meantime Rutley had entered from the other door, locked it, and softly crept to the partition door, where he stood listening and noting, through the small glass panel, the situation within. Scorning preliminaries, Virginia said: "I have brought you all that I could get. Take it!" And she laid a package of crisp banknotes on the table. Jack's eyes bulged and glistened at the sight of so much money within his grasp. He eagerly picked up the package, which was fastened in the middle by a band of paper, flipped the ends of the banknotes back and forth with his finger, then proceeded to count the money. His action was business-like. Without unfastening the band, he held one end of the package firmly down on the table with the knuckles of his left hand, doubled the other end back, and held it with his fingers and let each note slip back separately to a flat position on the table, until he counted them all. Meanwhile Virginia had gently pushed Constance to the seat, and as she watched him she muttered, as though speaking to herself: "I could get no more than ten thousand dollars. If that will not satisfy him, then let fate come to the rescue, for a life hangs on the issue tonight." "Turnoppsis, Carrottsis, Ca-babbages, Ta-rah-rah. Eesa fat a da pack," said Jack, as he thrust the package of money inside his vest. "Saw da ood, hic"--But it appearing loose and risky to keep it there, he took it out, rolled it up and forced it in his trousers' back pocket. "Black a da boots, hic." Still feeling dissatisfied with the security of either pocket he at last put it in the inside pocket of his coat, hanging near the lamp over the table. And then he turned to Virginia. "Eesa part a da mon? Hic. Much a beez a da tanks, Signora." "You will now liberate the child?" she pleaded, in faltering speech. "Ta-rah-rah! You sa fetch a me only a da half!" exclaimed Jack, feigning surprise at her request. "Yousa da rich. Gotta da mon a plent. Go, Signora, get a moores a da mon. Leave a Daize a da here." "Mr. Golda, I'll not stay. I am going home with mamma!" and Dorothy pouted indignantly.