Vassar held his enemy with a steady gaze.
“You haven’t enough dirty money to buy my district, Waldron,” he answered. “We’re a humble people on the East Side, but I’ll show you that there are some things in this town that are not for sale—”
A smile of contempt played about the banker’s cold lips as he rose.
“I’ll be there when you make the demonstration,” he responded with careful emphasis.
“You’ll excuse me now?” Vassar said politely.
“Certainly. My car will drop you at any address you name.”
“Thank you, I prefer the subway.”
“As you like,” the metallic voice clicked.
CHAPTER XI
VASSAR turned with a quick movement, passed into the hall and ran squarely into Virginia who was about to enter the library.