“Come, now, Kid, don't take on so. I'll quit the business when I make my pile.”
She drew back instinctively and he followed:
“I'll never touch another penny of yours. There's blood on it!”
“Rot!” he went on soothingly. “It's good Wall Street cash—got it exactly like they got theirs—got it because I was quicker and smarter than the fellow that had it. I use a jimmy, they use a ticker—that's all the difference.”
She drew her figure to its full height.
“I'm going—Jim——”
“Where?”
His voice rasped like a file against steel.
“Home!”
“Your home's with me.”