During this crime wave I should think you ought to keep the building brightly lit."
"Yassir maybe you're right sir . . . but there cant nobody get in unless I sees em first."
"You might be overpowered by a gang Wilmer."
"I'd like to see em try it."
"I guess you are right . . . mere question of nerve."
Cynthia is sitting in the Packard reading a book. "Well dear did you think I was never coming."
"I almost finished my book, dad."
"All right Butler . . . up town as fast as you can. We're late for dinner."
As the limousine whirs up Lafayette Street, Blackhead turns to his daughter. "If you ever hear a man talking about his duty as a citizen, by the Living Jingo dont trust him. . . . He's up to some kind of monkey business nine times out of ten. You dont know what a relief it is to me that you and Joe are comfortably settled in life."
"What's the matter dad? Did you have a hard day at the office?" "There are no markets, there isnt a market in the goddam world that isnt shot to blazes. . . . I tell you Cynthia it's nip and tuck. There's no telling what might happen. . . . Look, before I forget it could you be at the bank uptown at twelve tomorrow? . . . I'm sending Hudgins up with certain securities, personal you understand, I want to put in your safe deposit box."
"But it's jammed full already dad."
"That box at the Astor Trust is in your name isnt it?"
"Jointly in mine and Joe's."
"Well you take a new box at the Fifth Avenue Bank in your own name. . . . I'll have the stuff get there at noon sharp. . . . And remember what I tell you Cynthia, if you ever hear a business associate talking about civic virtue, look lively."
They are crossing Fourteenth. Father and daughter look out through the glass at the windbitten faces of people waiting to cross the street.
