He came back, his laughter changed to rage.
“Look here, you impudent little upstart from nowhere! I invented you, and if you're not careful I'll destroy you.”
“Is that so?” she answered; then, like Mr. Charles Van Loan's baseball hero, she realized with regret that the remark was not brilliant as repartee.
Ferriday was too wroth to do much better:
“Yes, that's so. You little nobody!”
“Nobody!” she laughed, pointing to the newspapers spangled with her portraits.
Ferriday snorted, “Paid for by Jim Dyckman's money.”
“What do you mean—Jim Dyckman's money?”
“Oh, when I saw how idiotic he was over you, and how slow you were in landing him, and when I realized that the Hyperfilm Company was going to slide your pictures out with no special advertising, I went to him and tried to get him into the business.”
“You had a nerve!”