"You can't blame them for wanting their money, Cal, after all it's theirs, not yours, you know."
"You're going to talk to them?"
"I'm going to try."
"It's a foolish and dangerous thing to do."
"Nonsense. They are at least human. They have reason."
A low howl of rage stirred the crowd without. A fight for place in the line had broken out.
"Is that reason?" Bivens asked, cynically. "It's not even human. It's the growl of the beast that always sleeps beneath the skin."
"I haven't lost faith in my fellow-men yet," was the dogged answer.
"All right, good luck. I know your intentions are the best. You think it's your duty to yourself and the people. I'm sorry I can't stay to hear you. I've an important meeting this morning. I must go at once. I've instructed my detectives inside to stand by you if you need help."
"Thanks, I won't need them."