“Wall Street hates me. So do you.”
“You’re a liar. I never hated you. Since I found out that you really did what you could to win the war, I’ve been waiting to call you Asher and call you my friend.”
“Chase, if I was a profane man, I’d say I’d be damned. Come and sit down on these blankets. You are a big bully, but I can’t help liking you. Always did like you.”
“Asher, what in the name of time brings you here?”
“Your boy brought me. He’s all right. He knows a thing or two that my chief chemist ain’t onto yet.”
“Asher, it warms the cockles of my heart to hear you praise that cub.”
“Chase, this is great. If I tell you a little secret, I know you’ll keep your mouth shut. I’m on my way to look over a big piece of land. They said I could never get control of that land, and they’ll call me a land-hog when I do get it. But I’m likely to get it pretty soon now, for about three millions. I’d pay four rather than lose it.”
“You won’t have to.”
“How do you know? These lawyers get rich off me.”
“Mine won’t. I’m going to get rich off you myself.”