"I can guess. Your published attack was rather clear, Mr. Huber."
"Then, are you and the League prepared to go right ahead?"
"Yes, we are."
"You, too? You individually?"
Venable's old eyes glittered.
"I always suspected these people," he said. "I always felt sure they were against us. They were never so strongly against us as they are now, but their being so much more against us now only makes me the more certain that what we are doing is right."
"They have a good deal of power, Mr. Venable."
"I know that better than you do, my boy; but they can't hurt me personally, if that is what you mean. What little money I have comes from the rents of an uptown apartment house. It's in a good neighborhood and full of steady people. Nobody can take that away from me. It isn't as if I drew my income from bonds, but if I did, and if these people could ruin me"—he took Luke's hand—"I should go right ahead."
They had been talking in Luke's office. Shortly after Venable left it, Yeates was shown in. The young man was excited.
"Look here, Huber," he said. "A little bit's good, but you're going pretty damned far."