"All right. We'll deposit our next checks in 'Frisco. What were you mulling over this morning?"
Helen laughed.
"How to get even with you and Ralph."
"Get even with us!" Elijah looked at her in surprise.
"Yes."
"What do you mean?"
"You wouldn't let me into Las Cruces on the ground floor, so I am planning a building of my own."
"That was Ralph's doing; he didn't want you to run the risk of losing."
"My five thousand was as good, so far as it went, as Seymour's hundred. He got in at fifty. He's made good at one hundred and forty. If you had let me in, I would have had twelve thousand five hundred now. It will take me a long time to earn that." She spoke with assumed levity.
Elijah was regarding her through half-closed eyes. He spoke very deliberately.