“Good God, man!” cried Oliver. “Do you mean that you really don’t know what you’ve done?”
Montague was staring at him. “I’m afraid I don’t,” said he.
“Why, you’re turning the world upside down!” exclaimed the other. “Everybody you know is crazy about it.”
“Everybody I know!” echoed Montague. “What have they to do with it?”
“Why, you’ve stabbed them in the back!” half shouted Oliver. “I could hardly believe my ears when they told me. Robbie Walling is simply wild—I never had such a time in my life.”
“I don’t understand yet,” said Montague, more and more amazed. “What has he to do with it?”
“Why, man,” cried Oliver, “his brother’s a director in the Fidelity! And his own interests—and all the other companies! You’ve struck at the whole insurance business!”
Montague caught his breath. “Oh, I see!” he said.
“How could you think of such a thing?” cried the other, wildly. “You promised to consult me about things—”
“I told you when I took this case,” put in Montague, quickly.