There was a note of pride and triumph in the missionary's tone. But it passed unheeded. Bull was struggling with recollection.
"This man? Wasn't it Leslie Standing who built it? Didn't it break him or something? That's the story going round. There was something—"
Father Adam shook his head.
"There's ten million dollars says it didn't. Ten millions you can handle yourself."
"Gee!"
Bull drew a sharp breath. Strong, forceful as he was the figure was overwhelming.
"This—all this you're saying—offering? It's all real, true?" Bull demanded at last.
"All of it."
"You want me to go and take possession of Sachigo, and ten—Say, where's the catch?"
"There's no 'catch'—anywhere."