"Not every one, surely."
"In my study of the subject I ran across a brilliant young Socialist by the name of Gustavus who has devoted his life to the study of the origin of these fortunes. He has written a book about them. I have read it in manuscript. It will fill four volumes when completed. Honestly I've laughed over it until I cried. For instance, speaking of the devil, here comes Major Viking. His people are no longer in trade. Such vulgarity is beneath them. He comes here because I'm supposed to be worth a hundred million and belong to the inner circle of the elect. There are less than two dozen of us, you know."
"Delighted to greet you, Major. My old friend and college mate, James Stuart."
The proud head of the house of Viking grasped Stuart's hand and gave it a friendly shake. His manner was simple, unaffected, manly and the bronzed look of his face told its story of life in the open.
"Not our distinguished young district attorney whom the politicians had to get rid of?" he asked in tones of surprise and pleasure.
"The very same," Bivens answered gravely.
The Major gripped Stuart's hand a second time.
"Then I want to shake again and offer you my congratulations on the service you have rendered the Nation. It's an honour to know you, sir."
Stuart was too much amazed at such a speech to reply before the tall figure had disappeared.
Bivens pressed his arm.