“Morgan,” said Nick, rising also, “I wish you would make up your mind to remain on this side of the dividing line between those two worlds.”
The burglar shook his head.
“No,” he replied. “It’s no use. I can’t. I wouldn’t shine along the respectable highways of life.”
“There is a mighty good man in you, Morgan, if you would only consent to let him get on top.”
“He’s been the under dog too long a time for that, sir.”
“It is never too late.”
“Bah! Don’t preach.”
“I’m not preaching. Here!”
Nick held out his right hand, and Morgan gazed at it dumbly for a moment and then into the detective’s face again.
“Well? What about it?” he asked roughly.