Casson walked to the window, looked out over the vista of bay and commenced thinking as rapidly as he could under the circumstances.
“I told you to sit down,” Dan reminded him crisply. “I mean it. Sit down and face me. I want to look into your face and smoke the deception out of it.”
“By the gods of war, I’ll not stand such talk from any man!” Old Casson had decided to bluster.
Dan glowered at him. “You’ll stand it from me. You’ve got some rice deals on in this crazy market and you’ve kept the news of your operations from me. Have you speculated any in coffee or sugar?”
“No, no, Dan. Nothing but rice.”
“What sort of rice have you committed us to—California or Oriental?”
“Both.”
“Playing alone or in a pool?”
“Alone.”
“How much California rice have you purchased?”