"I'm telling you that Guilford isn't the man. He is only a cog in the wheel. There is a bigger mind than his behind it."
"I can't help it," Hunnicott protested. "I don't believe that any man or clique could bring this thing about unless we were really on the upturn."
"Very good; believe what you please, but do as I tell you. Sell every foot of Gaston dirt that stands in your name; and while you are about it, sell those six lots for me in Subdivision Five. More than that, do it pretty soon."
Hunnicott promised, in the brokerage affair, at least. Then he switched the talk to the receivership.
"Still up in the air, are you, in the railroad grab case?"
Kent nodded.
"No news of MacFarlane?"
"Plenty of it. His health is still precarious, and will likely remain so until the spoilsmen have picked the skeleton clean."
Hunnicott was silent for a full minute. Then he said:
"Say, Kent, hasn't it occurred to you that they are rather putting meat on the bones instead of taking it off? Their bills for betterments must be out of sight."