"You toasted me to a turn that time," he admitted. "Do you know, Clayton, ever since you had me on the witness stand, I've been wanting to engage you to handle my own business."
"Thank you," replied Clayton, coldly. "But I don't care for your kind of business."
"What do you mean?"
"I prefer the kind where there is never a woman in the case."
Gordon laughed again uneasily.
"I can't help it every time a girl takes me seriously. I offered to settle handsomely then, but like all these women, they think because I'm rich I am an easy mark. Now, if you'll see me in New York—maybe we can come to terms."
"I fancy not," replied Clayton, briefly.
Gordon's eyes, even during this brief conversation, had never left Martha, whose attention was given to her scarabs.
"Deuced pretty girl!" remarked Gordon, quietly, to Clayton. "You might introduce me."
"Are you leaving the hotel?"