“Did you tell Brock what you told me?”
Larry nodded again, adding:
“He didn’t believe what I told him, of course; nobody would.”
“Well?” Purdick broke out raspily. “Are you going to take it lying down from this bunch of money-rotten highbinders? You said last night that you were going after them for blood.”
Larry sat back in his chair at the study table, and the good gray eyes were a bit gloomy.
“I know I did, Purdy, and I meant it—then.”
“But you don’t mean it now?”
“No.”
“Why?”
Larry was silent for a moment.