"Now then, what are we going to do with this man Beekman?" asked the millionaire, his face flushed, his mouth hardening. "He's got to get his—and get it right away."
Morehead held up his hand.
"Peter V., do you think it advisable to——. Why not let Beekman alone until...."
"I'll do nothing of the kind!" snapped back Wilkinson. "Do you think I'm not going to hit him back? I don't want that kind of advice from you, Colonel. What I do want, is for you to tell me the quickest way...."
The Colonel swung about and closed his eyes, puffing unconcernedly at his cigar.
"I think," he remarked mildly, "that you'd better leave me out of this. Vengeance is not in my line. I'll have to leave that part to you and Mr. Phillips here."
"What do you say, Phillips?" demanded Wilkinson.
"Impeachment," answered Phillips.
"Can it be done?"
"Easy as rolling off a log."