George Allan England

“ Why not get rid of me, then, for a good long time? I'm reasonable—always have been. I don't want it all. I don't want even the lion's share. No, I'll take my bit and clear out. I'll go so far you won't hear from me in a good many years—on my word and honor I will!”
Her laugh was bitterly eloquent.
“Oh, you needn't laugh!” the professor rebutted. “There's honor even among thieves. Slip me mine, Harriet, and I'll hunt fresh fields and pastures new. This is a big world. Come on, now, be reasonable. ”

“ What 'll happen to you? If you don't get a fine long stretch behind the bars, you'll be damned lucky!”
“You can't—do it!” Mrs. Forrester gasped, in white agony. She shook with consuming terror. “You can't, without exposing yourself, too!”
“Can't, eh? Try it and see! I won't be sticking around to be exposed!” He laughed with a snarling kind of cackle. “I'll be—elsewhere; but the letter I'll write Lockwood—the letter I'll write the police department! It 'll be anonymous, but it 'll get results, never you fear!”
“Lockwood won't believe it, ever! He's convinced that I'm his daughter. ”

“ I'm in it for cash, and so far I haven't seen any—not a nickel. I'm out, so far; so the quicker the shakedown begins, the better. Get me?”
Mrs. Forrester only peered at him with frightened, pleading eyes.
“Old Lockwood's not a very good insurance risk,” he continued. “I've got a line on him, and he has a leaky heart. He's liable to cave in, 'most any old time. You've got to get busy!”
“What—what do you mean?”
“Oh, you don't know!” Veazie gibed. “Of course you don't! Innocent as the day is long! But the day isn't very long, this time of year.” ”