“Why, Jordan Morse!” stammered the woman. “How dare you talk to me like that?”
“Because it’s true,” replied Jordan hotly. “You’re like a lot of women—if a man looks sidewise at you, you think he’s bowled over with your charms. Good Heavens! It’s sickening!”
“I didn’t ask you here to talk like this,” said Molly.
“What if you didn’t?” snapped Jordan. “You can talk now if you want to! I’m going home in five minutes, and I want some money before I go, too.”
“I’ll give you some to-morrow. Now what’re you going to do about Theodore?”
“Well, he won’t marry Jinnie,” replied Morse slowly.
“How can you help it?”
“That’s what I’m going to figure out. If I can get her away from Grandoken’s, she won’t get back, I can tell you that. But that damn cobbler and Theo’ll make such a devilish row––”
“You needn’t be profane,” chided Molly.
“A woman like you’s enough to make any man swear.... Now listen to me. The very fact that Jinnie ran away from home shows me that Tom Singleton told her I put ’im in a mad house! Jinnie, of course, told Grandoken. 226 I’ve got to get that cobbler—and—you’ve got to help me get Jinnie––”