"We had to do it," said Mr. Plume, without stating the price.
Wickersham swore.
"He won't do it till he gets the cash," pursued Plume. "But I'll be responsible for him," he added quickly, noting the change in Wickersham's expression.
Again Wickersham swore; and Plume changed the subject.
"How'd you come out?" he asked.
"When--what do you mean?"
Plume jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "With the lady?"
Wickersham sniffed. "All right." He drifted for a moment into reflection. "The little fool's got conscientious doubts," he said presently, with a half-smile. "Won't go unless--." His eyes rested on Plume's with a gauging expression in them.
"Well, why not? That's natural enough. She's been brought up right. They're proud as anybody. Her grandfather--"
"You're a fool!" said Wickersham, briefly.