"No."
"I knew you wouldn't," she said indolently; "and yet, I could help you more than you think."
"I trusted a man once," he said scornfully. "I have never made that mistake with a woman."
"As you wish."
"Are you trying a flyer?" he said, smiling. "That's the game, is it—a tip?"
"I have told you," she said coldly and in a tone that carried conviction, "that what interests me is to win the game itself, the excitement and the perils. And I have been behind the scenes many times."
"I believe it," he said abruptly. "I should like to hear—"
"I am a woman who keeps the secrets of others and her own," she answered, interrupting his question.
"And if you marry?" he said curiously.
"Even then." She dismissed the return to the personal with the first quick movement of her hand and continued: "I should say, you are the best hated man in Wall Street."