"
Stokely's tone had moderated. "Don't you know that the Delaware Valley road
is in this?"
Howard started. He had just invested two hundred thousand dollars in that
stock on Stokely's advice "No, I didn't know it." He recovered himself.
"And furthermore I don't give a damn." He struck his desk angrily. His
simulation of incorruptible indignation for the moment half deceived
himself.
"Why, man, if this infernal roast is kept up, you'll lose a hundred
thousand. Then there are my interests. I'm up to my neck in this deal."
"My advice to you is to get out of it. I'm sorry, but you know as well as I
do that the thing is infamous." "Infamous--nonsense! It will double our
dividends and the consumers won't feel it."
"Let us not discuss it, Stokely. There--don't say anything you'll regret."
"But--"
"Now, Stokely--don't argue it with me."
Stokely put on his hat, stood up and looked at Howard with sullen
admiration. "You will drive away the last friend you've got on earth, if
you keep this up. Good morning."
Howard sent a smile of cynical amusement after him, then stared
thoughtfully into the mass of papers on his desk for five, ten, fifteen
minutes. When his plan was formed he touched the electric button.
"Please tell Mr. King I'd like to see him," he said to the answering boy.
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