He stopped, as though awaiting her reply. But Susannah made no answer. She had dropped her eyes now; her hands lay limp in her lap. And in this pause, a curious piece of byplay passed between Warner and O'Hearn. The master of this trio caught the glance of his assistant and, with a swift motion of three fingers toward the lapel of his coat, gave him that "office" in the underworld sign manual--which means "look things over." O'Hearn, moving so lightly that Susannah scarcely noted his passage, stepped to the window, lifted the edge of the curtain. He took a swift, intent look outside and returned to Warner. His back to Susannah, he spoke with his lips, scarcely vocalizing the words. "No getaway there, Boss--straight drop--" he said. Warner was speaking again. "Your landlady says we may have her parlor for our conference. Wouldn't you prefer to make yourself presentable for the street and then join us there--in about ten minutes, say?" Ten minutes--this gave her a chance to play for time--the only chance she had. She looked up. Nothing on the clean-cut, pearl-white exterior of her face gave a clue to the anarchy within; nothing, even, in her black-fringed, blue gaze the tautly-held scarlet lips. Her fire-bright head lifted a little higher and she gazed steadily into Warner's eyes, as she spoke in a voice which seemed to her to belong to someone else: "I can give you a few minutes, but I have not changed my determination." "But I think you will," said Warner. "I really think you will. Before we go, I might remind you that we have been extremely gentle and patient with you, Miss Ayer. I might also remind you that you have never succeeded in giving us the slip. You were very clever when you escaped from your last lodging. We don't know yet exactly how you did it. Perhaps you will tell us in the course of our little talk this afternoon. But you were not quite clever enough. You did not figure that with such important matters pending, we would have the outside of the house watched as well as the inside. So that you may not think our meeting this afternoon is accidental, let me remind you that you have an engagement for tomorrow afternoon in Jamaica--to take a job as second maid. What we have to offer you this afternoon will probably be so attractive that you will overlook that engagement." He paused. "I will be with you in ten minutes," said Susannah. She was conscious of no emotion now--only that her head ached, and that the faded roses in the old carpet were entwined with forget-me-nots--a thing she had never noticed before. "Thank you." Warner made her a gallant little bow. "Mr. Byan and I will wait in the parlor. Until we come to an understanding, we shall have to continue the old arrangement. It will therefore be necessary for Mr. O'Hearn to watch in the hall. If you do not arrive in ten minutes--this room will probably do as well as the parlor. Until then, Miss Ayer!"