“Over!”
“Business,” nodded Siward, absently grave again. “I see no prospect of my idling for the next year or two.”
“You are in—in Amalgamated Electric, I think,” ventured Plank.
“Very much in,” replied the other frankly. “You've read the papers and heard rumours, I suppose?”
“Some. I don't suppose anybody quite understands the attacks on Amalgamated.”
“I don't—not yet. Do you?”
Plank sat silent, then his shrewd under lip began to protrude.
“I'm wondering,” he began cautiously, “how much the Algonquin crowd understands about the matter?”
Siward's troubled eyes were on him as he spoke, watching closely, narrowly.
“I've heard that rumour before,” he said.