The speaker closed his tirade with a fierce personal attack on the man who had made five millions in a corner on bread and flaunted his ill-gotten gains in the face of starving men and women.
Nan's face flashed with sudden rage.
"Take me to my car, Jim. I've an idea—I'm going to execute it at once."
"Wouldn't you like to meet the doctor and his daughter before you go?"
"Thanks, hardly. You know he is on Mr. Bivens's black list."
"I'd forgotten that," he answered regretfully. "I'd like awfully for you to meet Harriet. I'm sure you'd like her."
Nan smiled.
"I could see she likes you. I don't think she took a fancy to me, however."
"Nonsense, Nan." he said, with annoyance. "She couldn't have seen you. I didn't know she was here until she kissed her father."
"Perhaps my eyes are keener than yours."