"I should say he was!" growled Ackerman. "He's been in on all the good things in the last two or three years. He must have made millions—I don't know how much."
"In the general market—not International, of course. He's got all his holdings in that. He has been spending money, though!" Standley wagged his head.
"For instance, on the Lady of the Lightnings?" suggested Ackerman, grinning amiably.
"Yes, on his young wife, and his new house, and his boats, and his automobiles, and all the regular things. He can't have done it out of International dividends, that's sure!"
"All the better that he hasn't," ventured Standley. The old man nodded.
"Go over there and call Van," he said simply.
V
The slender man with pointed beard came up pleasantly, his eyes twinkling. "Well, my fellow sports and department heads!" he said. "What's the good word this morning?"
"Sit down," said the gray-bearded man. "We know why you're here, and why you've been hanging around here for the last six months. It's foolish of you, son, to be out for revenge—nothing in that!"
"I'm not after revenge," smiled the other, his eyes still twinkling. "I've made my peace!"