"Well, no, not exactly, having nothing to invest, thanks to my being swindled into joining his Amalgamated Electric gang.

Don't worry.

If there's any shaking down to be done, I'll do it, my friend," and he rose, and started toward the elevators.
"Wait," said Plank.

"Why, man, you can't frighten Quarrier! What did you sell your holdings for?
Why didn't you come to us--to me?
What's the use of going to Quarrier now, and scolding?
You can't scare a man like that." Mortimer fairly grinned in his face.
"Your big mistake," he sneered, "is in undervaluing others.

You don't think I amount to very much, do you, Beverly?
But I'm going to try to take care of myself all the same." He laughed, showing his big teeth, and the vanity in him began to drug him.