The dimple deepened in Neaera's cheek, but she busied herself unfastening the cords that bound my wrist. "I am going to give you liberty at any rate," she said. "For I want you to do something for me." "Stick my staff in the ground and put----" "No; I have forgiven you; it is something very different from that." My hands were free now, and I stretched them out in exquisite relief. "Are you a little grateful?" "Of course, I am grateful--but I am still more curious to know what you want me to do for you." "It is very simple." She showed me a sheet of paper upon which was some typewriting. "I want you to sign this." I put out my hand to take the paper and read the writing. "Oh, no!" she cried, putting the paper behind her back. "I want you to sign without reading." She looked at me with a smile which she meant to be irresistible; and, assuredly, to most men the temptation would have been great--for the smile said plainly that acquiescence would have its full reward. I had unloosed the cords about my feet and was standing in front of her irresolute; not wishing to make an enemy of her by a downright refusal, for I did not know what confederates might be within call and yet half inclined to snatch at the paper and read it in spite of her. But I suspected that she meant me to do this; that she shrewdly guessed a playful struggle between us would increase the temptation to yield to her beyond powers of resistance. As I stood smiling at her, for the grace of her posture--leaning a little forward and holding the paper behind her back--disarmed me, she suddenly waved the paper before me as though inviting me to snatch at it.