"No!" he smiled. "On upper Fifth Avenue. It's situated in the extreme southwest corner of the men's cafe at the Holland House. It consists of a round mahogany table and a leather settee."
"Really!"
"That's where I'm to be found at least four months out of every twelve."
"They told me you built railroads."
"I do—when I'm lucky enough to underbid my competitors. But that isn't always, and railroads aren't built every day."
"Mr. Gordon is building one."
"So I'm told." O'Neil marveled at the trick of fortune which had entangled this girl and her mother in the web of that brilliant and unscrupulous adventurer.
"Perhaps it will be a great success like your famous North Pass & Yukon Railway."
"Let us hope so." He was tempted to inquire what use Gordon had made of that widely advertised enterprise in floating his own undertaking, but instead he asked:
"Your mother has invested heavily, has she not?"