“Is it a new company?” Montague asked.
“Organised especially for the purpose,” smiled the other.
“And what does it manufacture?”
“It doesn't manufacture anything; it simply sells.”
“In other words,” said Montague, “it's a device whereby Mr. Price proposes to rob the stockholders of the Northern Mississippi Railroad?”
“You can phrase it that way if you choose,” said Haskins, quietly; “but I wouldn't advise you to let Price hear you.”
“I thank you,” responded Montague, and brought the interview to an end.
He took a day to think the matter over. It was not his habit to act upon impulse. He saw that the time had come for him to speak, but he wished to be sure of his course of action before he began. He had dinner at the Club that evening, and, seeing his friend Major Venable ensconced in a big leather chair in the reading-room, he went and sat down beside him.
“How do you do, Major?” he said. “I've got another case that I want to ask you some questions about.”
“Always at your service,” said the Major.