"You'll be fed!" he said to the park benches.
"You'll feed em!" he told the sidewalks.
"I'll marry you! he wirelessed to Grace.
"You," he said to all New York, "will pay for every bit of it!"
He walked into his office, frowning. Andrew Barrett was there.
"Come with me," H. R. told him, and led the way into the private office.
He sat down at his desk, brushed away a lot of letters, and said to his aide:
"Barrett, I've got a man's job this time."
Sandwiching for banks that had deposits of over one hundred millions appealed to Andrew Barrett. And the Standard Oil and the Steel Trust, also, held possibilities. After the S. A. S. A. got those he would go into business for himself.
"Who is it?" he asked, eagerly.