“See here, Pennington, perhaps we had better come to an understanding. I know what you are up to.”
“And I know what you are up to, Polk.”
“What am I up to?”
“You are going to try to cheat Mr. Bartlett out of his shares in the Richmond Importing Company, just as your father cheated my mother out of the most of what was coming to her after my father died.”
“It’s not so. I—I am trying to save Mr. Bartlett’s money for him.”
“You are the last person in the world to do any such thing, Polk. You know how to spend money, but there is nothing charitable in your make-up.”
“You think you have got a case against my father, and now you are trying to make out a case against me.”
“You are making out the case against yourself. Why don’t you leave the Bartletts alone?”
“I haven’t hurt them.”
“Mr. Bartlett is very sick, and must not be disturbed.”