“Oh! you take that tone, do you?”
“I don’t know what you mean by ‘that tone’. What tone would you take if a comparative stranger ordered you to leave another man’s house?”
McEachern’s massive jaw protruded truculently in the manner which had scared good behaviour into brawling East Siders.
“I know your sort,” he said. “I’ll call your bluff. And you won’t get till to-morrow, either—it’ll be now.”
“‘Why should we wait for the morrow? You are queen of my heart to-night,’” murmured Jimmy encouragingly.
“I’ll expose you before them all. I’ll tell them everything.”
Jimmy shook his head.
“Too melodramatic,” he said. “Sort of ‘I call on Heaven to judge between this man and me’ kind of thing. I shouldn’t. What do you propose to tell, anyway?”
“Will you deny that you were a crook in New York?”
“I will. I was nothing of the kind.”