“Of course. It will be a great undertaking, you know; and if I succeed in outwitting Cecil Grant, and making Violet the bride of Harold Castello, you ought not to begrudge me a handsome present.”
“I won’t, my dear. Now out with it. It’s that diamond necklace you’ve been badgering me about so long, no doubt.”
“It is not the diamond necklace. It’s a liberal check, grandpa. You know I never have any money of my own scarcely, and you do tear around so outrageously about paying my bills!”
“And no wonder, you extravagant creature, for you’d ruin me if you had full sway! Well, and how much is it—a thousand dollars?”
Amber snapped her fingers disdainfully.
“Do you think I’d betray poor dear Violet for so paltry a sum as a thousand dollars?” reproachfully.
He stared at her in surprise, and replied, curtly:
“I thought you were doing it for revenge because she cheated you out of your lover?”
“Yes, but I’m running a great risk, you know, and what if I get punished in my turn? ‘Revenge is a two-edged sword,’ you know, dear grandpapa, so I must have some pay besides the consolation of paying my debt to Cecil and Violet. I will take your check, please, for twenty-five thousand dollars the hour after my fair cousin marries Harold Castello!”
“Fiends and furies! Are you crazy, girl?”