“Don’t you?”
“I asked you first.”
“Yes; I do believe it. If they were sold out to-morrow, the debts would overwhelm them.”
“Then I suppose the jig’s up?”
Phœbe was still intent on her moving-picture film of a pair of New York villains attempting to marry money; but Richard understood her differently.
“I fear the jig is up, as you say. Of course,” he added, “I’ll have to see Jerry first to make sure.”
“Yes,” agreed Phœbe, “you had better make sure. But I’m sorry for one thing——”
“Which is?”
“That I didn’t give you that welt with the whip.”
He laughed, not at all taking her seriously.