"Meaning what?"
"Money enough to satisfy her."
"That won't do. She must have what is hers by right. Her price is one million dollars," said Peter quietly.
McGuire started up. "You're dreaming," he gasped.
"It's her money."
"But I developed that mine."
"It was her mine that you developed."
McGuire stopped by the window and turned.
"And if I refuse——?"
"I don't think you will——"