So do the great masters of fiction." Plank said gravely: "He is a good son to his father.

That is perfectly true--kind, considerate, dutiful, loyal.

The financial world is perfectly aware that Stanley Quarrier is to-day the most unscrupulous old scoundrel who ever crushed a refinery or debauched a railroad! and his son no more believes it than he credits the scandalous history of the Red Woman of Wall Street.

Why, when I was making arrangements for that chapel Quarrier came to me, very much perturbed, because he understood that all the memorial chapels for the cathedral had been arranged for, and he had desired to build one to the memory of his father! His father! Isn't it awful to think of!--a chapel to the memory of the briber of judges and of legislatures, the cynical defier of law!--this hoary old thief, who beggared the widow and stripped the orphan, and whose only match, as a great unpunished criminal, was that sinister little predecessor of his, who dreamed even of debauching the executive of these United States!" Siward had never before seen Plank aroused, and he said so, smiling.
"That is true," said Plank earnestly; "I waste little temper over my likes and dislikes.

But what I know, and what I legitimately infer concerning the younger Quarrier is enough to rouse any man's anger.
I won't tell you what I know.