"I have to get them signed," and he pressed the hand of Constance with proper warmth as he helped her out.
Gresham made an attempt at that point to prove himself a man, but Loring restrained him from that absurd idea with one hand while he raised his hat with the other.
"Where next ?" asked the driver huskily.
"The finest place for a kidnapping is Forty-second and Broadway," answered Johnny with his mind made up.
"I'll take you all the way," almost begged the chauffeur.

"You're the only sport that ever handed me enough for a night ride, and I'd like to hand you good service." "I don't know who else pays you," laughed Johnny, and his chauffeur, with a mighty respect for his fare, drove to Forty-second and Broadway, where Johnny paid him.
They walked to Johnny's apartments, and on their arrival Johnny produced the bonds, spreading them out on his table.
"About the first thing is to sign these," he suggested to Gresham.
That abused young man, who had been in the constant expectation of hearing himself yell for the police, but had been as constantly disappointed, had walked along like a gentleman; now, at last, he found his voice.
"This is an outrage!" he exclaimed.
"I know it," agreed Johnny.

"It's even high-handed.

Here's a fountain-pen." "I refuse," maintained Gresham.

"Why should I assign my own personal property to you ?" "Because your personal property is mine," Johnny informed him.