"She told me, of course."
"Don't ask me to believe that. If she hadn't told you before, she wouldn't tell you now. All I can say is that she acted of her own free will. I never dreamed she put up that twenty-five thousand dollars. What do you intend to do, now that you have taken over these holdings?"
"What do you think? I would spend ten times the money to save my daughter." The old man was quivering.
"You are only a minority stockholder; the control of this enterprise still rests with me and my friends."
"Your friends!" cried Mr. Wayland. "That's what brings me here—you and your friends! I'll break you and your friends, if it takes my fortune."
"I can understand your dislike of me, but my associates have never harmed you."
"Your associates! And who are they? A lawless ruffian, who openly threatened Willis Marsh's murder, and a loose woman from the dance-halls."
"Take care!" cried Emerson, in a sharp voice.
The old man waved his hands as if at a loss for words. "Look here! You can't be an utter idiot. You must know who she is."
"Do you? Then tell me."