Fogerty glanced at Madame Cerise.

"Will you see who it is ?" he asked.
She arose at once and left the room.

Mershone turned quickly.
"What's your price, Fogerty ?" he asked, meaningly.
"For what ?" "For getting out of here--making tracks and leaving me alone.

Every man has his price, and I'm trapped--I'm willing to pay anything--I'll--" "Cut it out, sir.

You've tried this once before.