"No reason why I should. I never gave up my citizenship; I haven't done anything wrong. I'm back in my old home, and I fail to see why I shouldn't remain here if that is my wish."
"But you're in danger!"
"In danger from what?" Sidney Prale cried.
"You have powerful enemies, Sid."
"Why?"
"I—I don't know, exactly. But you have powerful enemies. Some of my best customers have informed me that they are through doing business with me if I have anything to do with you. They told me that before you had been back three hours."
"Powerful enemies? Why? Business enemies?"
"I—I don't know."
"Um! So that is why the bank refused my deposit, why I was turned out of a hotel, and why old Rufus Shepley raised such a row with me! Powerful enemies, have I? But there isn't sense in it! I haven't done anything to make powerful enemies, or any other kind. I'm about fed up with this stuff!"
"Go away, Sid. You've got money—you can live anywhere!"