Bivens smiled with pride.
"Yes. I could win, I think, having a little inside information about what may happen."
"Why don't you do it, then?"
"It's dangerous," Bivens repeated, thoughtfully.
"It couldn't injure Stuart?" his wife asked cautiously.
"No. It couldn't hurt him. On the other hand, I might make him the unconscious instrument of a great personal vengeance, double my fortune and possibly land Jim in the White House."
"You must do it, dear!" his wife cried, trembling with suppressed excitement. Bivens hesitated and shook his head.
"It's playing with dynamite."
"It's worth the risk to double your fortune—do it for my sake!"
Nan leaned close and pressed her husband's hand while her dark eyes found their way into his heart. The hard mouth smiled as he took her flushed face in his hands and kissed her.