"You don't think it'll be kind of quiet down on that duck-farm? Kind of slow?"
"Slow?" said Mullett, shocked.
"Well, maybe not. But we're retiring from business awful young, Freddy."
A look of concern came into Mullett's face.
"You don't mean you still have a hankering for the old game?"
"Well, what if I do?" said Fanny defiantly. "You do, too, if you'd only come clean and admit it."
The look of concern changed to one of dignity.
"Nothing of the kind," said Mullett. "I give you my word, Fanny, that there isn't the job on earth that could tempt me now. And I do wish you would bring yourself to feel the same, honey."
"Oh, I'm not saying I would bother with anything that wasn't really big. But, honest to goodness, Freddy, it would be a crime to side-step anything worthwhile, if it came along. It isn't as if we had all the money in the world. I've picked up some nice little things at the stores and I suppose you've kept some of the stuff you got away with, but outside of that we've nothing but the bit of cash we've managed to save. We've got to be practical."
"But, sweetie, think of the awful chances you'd be taking of getting pinched."