"Why should I? I brought that million with me. I left nothing in Honduras except a few friends. I suppose I'll run down there some day and see them, but this is going to be home, you can bet." "Don't do it, Sid!" Lerton exclaimed. "Don't do what?" "Don't stay here, Sid. Get out as quick as you can! Go back to Honduras--anywhere--but don't stay in New York." "Why shouldn't I? What on earth is the matter with you? Are you insane?" "I--I can't tell you, Sid. But you are in danger if you don't leave New York. I can tell you that much. That's why I didn't call at the hotel; I'm afraid. Sid, I'm afraid to have anybody see me talking to you. If you came to my office, I'd refuse to see you----" "Why?" demanded Sidney Prale, in a stern voice. "I--I can't explain, Sid." "I've endured a lot of nonsense to-day, and I'm not going to endure any more!" Prale said. "You're going to open your mouth and tell me what you mean, if I have to manhandle you." "You can beat me until I'm unconscious, Sid, but you can't make me talk!" Lerton told him. "But what does it all mean?" "You'd better go away, Sid; you'd better get out of the country and stay out!" "No reason why I should. I never gave up my citizenship; I haven't done anything wrong. I'm back in my old home, and I fail to see why I shouldn't remain here if that is my wish." "But you're in danger!" "In danger from what?" Sidney Prale cried. "You have powerful enemies, Sid." "Why?" "I--I don't know, exactly. But you have powerful enemies. Some of my best customers have informed me that they are through doing business with me if I have anything to do with you. They told me that before you had been back three hours." "Powerful enemies? Why? Business enemies?" "I--I don't know." "Um! So that is why the bank refused my deposit, why I was turned out of a hotel, and why old Rufus Shepley raised such a row with me! Powerful enemies, have I? But there isn't sense in it! I haven't done anything to make powerful enemies, or any other kind. I'm about fed up with this stuff!" "Go away, Sid. You've got money--you can live anywhere!" "You bet I can! And I'm going to live in New York!" "Don't try it, Sid!" Prale whirled and faced him. "You know more than you're telling!" he accused. "You open your face and talk! I never did have any too much love for you, and you can wager that I'm not going to let you frighten me into running away from New York! Talk!" "I haven't anything more to say, Sid!" "If I have to choke it out of you right here----" "You'd better not. It would give your enemies a chance!"