"Don't do anything to prejudice your case in the courts," Wade warned.
"According to you York will do that, anyway," said Dunne. "No, Wade, that's flat, final, whatever. We won't let go till we have to. We won't be skinned out of the profit we are entitled to by foresight and hard work. Speaking for myself, I've put my whole stack on this bet, and with a straight deal it's a sure winner. And if the deal's going to be crooked I'll break up the game any way that comes handy."
"Go to it, my friend," said the lawyer. "It's your affair. I've told you what I think, and I'll not add to it. I hope you have water when I come out this summer to make you that long-promised visitation." He changed the subject abruptly. "You and Clyde Burnaby seemed to be getting on swimmingly."
"Clyde—is that her name?" said Dunne. "Seems like a nice girl."
"She's all of that. You know who she is, of course?"
"Not a bit. Just her name."
"Niece of old Jim Hess, with a fortune of her own."
"Pretty lucky," Dunne commented.
"Pretty and lucky," said his host. "Old York hates Hess like poison, a sentiment which Hess returns, according to rumour. I don't suppose you've told Clyde Burnaby your troubles?"
Dunne stared at him. "Of course not! What do you take me for?"