Walking back to Tina, she displayed the things in her hands. Finally, after they were both exhausted, Janet locked Tina’s collar to a chain that was hanging from a ringbolt. They could withdraw money, but not add it. “It’s great,” said the girl, “perfect for an emergency.” “I don’t plan on having one,” answered Janet. It wasn’t until she was riding home on the train, sipping a soda, when she remembered that she hadn’t told anyone that she was now living in Connecticut. The postmark said it had been mailed three months ago, but it was empty. Driving back to the estate, Janet resolved that now that she had the time, she was going to tear everything apart in the house. She felt sick and disgusted by what she had seen. In the silence of the library, Janet could hear the tiny clicks of the lock.
