"Can't do it. Not even Rockefeller could buy a line of my paper."
"Do you mean it?"
"Absolutely—flatly."
"Well, what a shame! But never mind. Some other time. Tell me, Mr. Blaine"—he leaned forward—"what are you? One of these bloody socialists?"
"No, I'm not a socialist."
"What d'ye call yourself, then—Republican?"
"No."
"Democrat?"
"No."
"Insurgent?"