“It didn’t cost him anything to say that,” was Nell’s answer. “We’ll have to put the screws on him.” Then she added, “You’d better let me take care of this money for you, Peter.”
“Well,” said Peter, “I have to have some for my own expenses, you know.”
“You’ve got your salary, haven’t you?”
“Yes, that’s true, but—”
“I can keep it safe for you,” said Nell, “and some day when you need it you’ll be glad to have it. You’ve never saved anything yourself; that’s a woman’s job.”
Peter tried to haggle with her, but it wasn’t the same as haggling with McGivney; she looked at him with her melting glances, and it made Peter’s head swim, and automatically he put out his hand and let her take the two bills. Then she smiled, so tenderly that he made bold to remind her, “You know, Nell, you’re my wife now!”
“Yes, yes,” she answered, “of course. But we’ve got to get rid of Ted Crothers somehow. He watches me all the time, and I have no end of trouble making excuses and getting away.”
“How’re you’re going to get rid of him?” asked Peter, hungrily.
“We’ll have to skip,” she answered; “just as soon as we have pulled off our new frame-up—”
“Another one?” gasped Peter, in dismay.