served me to kill a dozen men," he continued smoothly. "And they don't usually poison it in the kitchen. So you must have done it."
"Yes, I did," she snapped with sudden defiance. "I loved Mike and you murdered him. You cheated the law but I resolved that you shouldn't cheat me. And I got this job so I could get you. But you've found it out. Now, what are you going to do about it?"
The abrupt directness of her methods, so very like his own, disconcerted him for a moment. "I haven't decided," he admitted finally. "I ought to have you taken for a ride, but I think you're too brave to be finished up by a stab in the back like that. Do you realize the danger you're in?"
"Yes. I've known all the time what a long chance I was taking. But Mike was dead; what difference did it make?"
"Mike was a hoodlum," snapped Tony harshly. "A gunman and a thug. He'd killed a lot of people and was always ready to kill more whenever I said the word and was ready to pay the price."
"I suppose you think you're better," sneered the girl.
"That's not the question. We're talking about
