"I suppose so," Hart assented wearily.
"But they've got nothing to go on if you only hold your tongue," Graves ripped out incautiously. "And you've got to hold your jaw!"
The man's dictatorial manner angered the architect. He rose hastily from his desk, gathering some papers and putting them into his bag.
"I told you yesterday, Graves, that I would have nothing more to do with you in this Glenmore business. I don't see what you came in here for. Let them go ahead and do what they can. I'll stand for my share of the trouble."
"You—" Graves burst out. "You—"
"I've got an engagement now, Mr. Graves, and there's no use in our talking this matter over any more."
He reached for his coat and hat.
"But I tell you, Hart, that you can't be a quitter in this business. Didn't your cousin tell you that, too?"
"It makes no difference to me what he might say," Hart retorted doggedly, holding open the door into the hall.
"I'll smash you, sure thing, if you do me up in this dirty way!"