"Too bad you didn't have it out at once." Mrs. Balfame hastily encased herself in her bath robe and sat down. "I'll take my dinner upstairs—why—what is it?" "I want to go home." "Home?" "To Germany." "But, of course you can't. There are a lot of German reservists in the country who would like to go home and fight, but they can't get past the British." "Some have. I could." "How? That is quite interesting." "I not tell. But I want to go." "Then go, by all means. But please wait a day or two until I get another girl." "Plenty girls out of job. I want to go to-morrow." [Pg 141] [Pg 141] "Oh, very well. But you can't expect a full month's wages, as it is you that is serving notice, not I." "I do not want a full month wage. I want five hundert dollar." Mrs. Balfame turned her amazed eyes upon the girl. Her first thought was that the creature had been driven insane by her letters from home, and wondered if she could overcome her if attacked. Then as she met those small, sharp, crafty eyes, set high in the big stolid face like little deadly guns in a fort, her heart missed a beat. But her own gaze, large and cold, did not waver, and she said satirically: "Well, I am sure I hope you will get it." "I get it—from you." Mrs. Balfame lifted her shoulders. "What next? I have contributed what little I can afford to the war funds. I am sorry, but I cannot accommodate you." "You give me five hundert dollar," reiterated the thick even voice, "or I tell the police you come in the back door two minutes after Mr. Balfame he was kilt at the front gate."
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