He closed his jaw with a snap and leaned close in eager, tense excitement. “Do you know how much junk I've piled into a little box in my shop the past three months?” “I don't care--I don't want to know!” “You've got to care--you've got to know now! It's worth a hundred thousand dollars, do you hear? A hundred thousand dollars! It would take me a life-time to earn that on a salary. In two weeks after we get back to New York with my new invention that lawyer advised me to make, I'll go through his house--I'll open his safe, I'll take every diamond, every pearl and every scrap of stolen jewelry his wife's wearing. And I won't leave a fingerprint on the window sill. I've got two of his servants working for me. “In six months I'll be worth half a million. In a year I'll pull off the big haul I'm planning and I'll be a millionaire. We'll retire from business then--just like they did. We'll build our marble palace down at Bay Ridge and our yacht will nod in the harbor. We'll spend our summers in Europe when we like and every snob and fool in New York will fall over himself to meet me. And every woman will envy my wife. I'm young, Kiddo, but I've cut my eye teeth. You've just been born. I'm running the business end of this thing. You think you can reform me. You can--AFTER I'VE MADE OUR PILE. I'll join the church then and sing louder than that lawyer. But if you think you're going to stop my business career at this stage of the game--forget it, forget it!” He sprang up with a quick movement of his tense body and threw her off. She rose and watched his restless steps as he paced the floor. Her mind was numb as if from a mortal blow. She brushed the tangled ringlets of brown hair back from her forehead, drew the handkerchief from her belt and wiped the perspiration from her brow. Before she could gather the strength to speak, he wheeled suddenly and confronted her: “I've known from the first, Kiddo, that you're not the kind to help in this business. I don't expect it. I don't ask it. I need a ranch like this down here for storage. I'm going to take the old woman into partnership with me.” She started back in an instinctive recoil of horror. “Your MOTHER?” He nodded. “Yep!” She drew a step nearer and peered into his set face. “YOU WILL MAKE YOUR OWN MOTHER A CRIMINAL?” “Sure!” he growled. “That's what I came down here for.” “She won't do it!” “She won't, eh?” he sneered. “Look at this hog pen!” He swept the bare, wretched cabin with a gesture of contempt and shrugged his shoulders. “Look at the rags she's wearing,” he went on savagely. “When we talk it over tonight with that five thousand dollars in gold shining in her eyes--I'm going to show her a lot o' things she never saw before, Kiddo--take it from me!” She answered in slow, even tones: “I can't live with you, Jim.”