"I can't take your money. I never took a cent yet. And I thought I was fixed for life. I thought even if the business didn't pan out big she'd marry Mr. Barker and get a place for me."
"Marry Mr. Barker!" I cried out astonished.
"Yes—that's what I thought was coming."
Believe me, I was surprised. She'd never dropped a hint of it.
"Why didn't you tell me that before?" I asked.
"Because Tony Ford told me not to. He said I wasn't to tell anybody—that Barker being such a big bug it would get in the papers and that might break it all up."
"But are you sure? Did he act like he was in love with her?"
We were passing one of those arc lights on Park Avenue, and the scornful look she cast at me, tears and all, was plain.
"Wouldn't you think a man was in love—even if he was a magnate—who'd buy a house and lot just for an excuse to see a lady?"
"Did you ever hear him making love to her?"