Every morning Leon brings us food for the day--good food, but not enough, so that Cousin Eugenie is always hungry, and each day he and Spidel question and threaten me.
This afternoon Spidel has told me that their patience is at an end.

He has given me till tomorrow at noon to produce the jewels.

If not, he says I will die." "Mercy on us!" Dickson exclaimed.
"There will be no mercy for us," she said solemnly.

"He and his kind think as little of shedding blood as of spilling water.

But I do not think he will kill me.