"You've read the papers and heard rumours, I suppose ?" "Some.

I don't suppose anybody quite understands the attacks on Amalgamated." "I don't--not yet.

Do you ?" Plank sat silent, then his shrewd under lip began to protrude.
"I'm wondering," he began cautiously, "how much the Algonquin crowd understands about the matter ?" Siward's troubled eyes were on him as he spoke, watching closely, narrowly.
"I've heard that rumour before," he said.
"So have I," said Plank, "and it seems incredible." He looked warily at Siward.

"Suppose it is true that the Algonquin Trust Company is godfather to Inter-County.

That doesn't explain why a man should kick his own door down when there's a bell to ring and servants to let him in--and out again, too." "I have wondered," said Siward, "whether the door he might be inclined to kick down is really his own door any longer." "I, too," said Plank simply.