“There’s nothing you can’t say before my friends,” said Ray, his ready temper rising.
“The only person I recognize by that title is your sister,” replied Gordon.
“Let us go, Lew,” said Lola with a shrug, but Ray Bennett stopped them.
“Wait a minute! Is this my house, or isn’t it?” he demanded furiously. “You can clear out, Gordon! I’ve had just about as much of your interference as I want. You push your way in here, you’re offensive to my friends—you practically tell them to get out—I like your nerve! There’s the door—you can go.”
“I’ll go if you feel that way,” said Dick, “but I want to warn you——”
“Pshaw! I’m sick of your warnings.”
“I want to warn you that the Frog has decided that you’ve got to earn your money! That is all.”
There was a dead silence, which Ella broke.
“The Frog?” she repeated, open-eyed. “But . . . but, Mr. Gordon, Ray isn’t . . . with the Frogs?”
“Perhaps it will be news to him—but he is,” said Dick. “These two people are faithful servants of the reptile,” he pointed. “Lola is financed by him—her husband is financed by him——”