Even though it wouldn't be safe for you to be with me till the police resume their interrupted nap--still, you can have your own flat and your own bank account.

Nothing would make me happier." "Understand this, Mr.Bradford,--I'm going to have nothing to do with you!" For a moment he sobered.

"Come, Clara: give me a chance to make good--" "Will you turn straight ?" she caught him up sharply.

"And will you fix up the affair of the Jefferson letters ?" "That last is a pretty stiff proposition; I don't see how it's to be done.

As to the first--but, really, Clara,"-- smiling again appeasingly,--"really, you take this thing altogether too seriously." "Too seriously!" She almost choked.