“Found a bigger game.”
“Umph! But what’s in back of it?”
“It’s the game for the game’s sake with him, I suspect. I can only tell you that, wherever I’ve had contact with him, he has been perfectly straightforward.”
“Maybe. But what about this anarchistic stuff of his?”
“Oh, anarchistic! You mean his attacks on Wall Street? The Stock Exchange isn’t synonymous with the Constitution of the United States, you know, Masters. Do moderate your language.”
“Now you’re laughing at me, damn you, Enderby.”
“It’s good for you. You ought to laugh at yourself more. Ask Banneker what he’s at. Very probably he’ll laugh at you inside. But he’ll answer you.”
“That reminds me. He had an editorial last week that stuck to me. It is the bitter laughter of the people that shakes thrones. Have a care, you money kings, not to become too ridiculous!’ Isn’t that socialist-anarchist stuff?”
“It’s very young stuff. But it’s got a quality, hasn’t it?”
“Oh, hell, yes; quality!” rumbled the profane old man. “Well, I will tackle your young prodigy one of these days.”