Duane gazed at him curiously:
"So that is what you are, Dysart," he said aloud to himself.
Dysart's temples reddened.
"Yes, and then some!... I understand that you have given yourself the privilege of discussing my financial affairs in public. Have you?"
Duane said in a dull voice: "The Algonquin Trust was mentioned, I believe. I did say that you are a director."
"You said I was hard hit and that the Clearing House meant to weed out a certain element that I represented in New York."
"I did not happen to say that," said Duane wearily, "but another man did."
"Oh. You didn't say it?"
"No. I don't lie, Dysart."
"Then add to that negative virtue by keeping your mouth shut," said Dysart between his teeth, "or you'll have other sorts of suits on your hands. I warn you now to keep clear of me and mine."