"I don't know just what this is," he said slowly, "but I know this. You won't get away with it. Nobody fools with me. I'll break you and that great goon of a great-great-grandson. Money still counts here—that woman said so."
"Yes."
"Yes. I suppose you know to whom the Haworth Trust reverts now?"
"To you, Mr. Haworth."
"Yes. And that means I'm one of the richest men in the world again."
"No, sir."
H.D.'s cold tone deepened. "What do you mean, no?"
"Well, sir, times have changed, you might say."
"Inflation!" H.D. exploded.
"No, sir, none to speak of. You can still get a loaf of bread for a quarter. It's just that the growth curve is pretty steep, and it gets steeper all the time. Atomic energy, you know, and no wars for a long time, and now no natural death.