Plank's under lip had begun to protrude again; he swung his massive head, looking from Belwether back to Quarrier: "Pool or no pool," he continued, "you Amalgamated people will want to see the stock climb back into the branches from which somebody shook it out; and I propose to put it there.

That is all I had meant to say to you, Mr.Quarrier.

I'm not averse to saying it here to you, and I do.
There's no secrecy about it.

Figure out for yourself how much stock I control, and who let it go.

Settle your family questions and put your house in order; then invite me to call, and I'll do it.