“Yes, sir.”
“And how did they receive you in their fine Madison Avenue mansion?” queried Mr. Grimes, looking up at her slily again.
“Just as you know they did,” returned Helen, briefly.
“Ha! How’s that? And you with all that——”
He halted and—for a moment—had the grace to blush. He saw that she read his mind.
“They do not know that I have some money for emergencies,” said Helen, coolly.
“Ho, ho!” chuckled Mr. Grimes, suddenly.
“So they consider you a pauper relative from the West?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Ho, ho!” he laughed again, and rubbed his hands. “How did Prince leave you fixed?”