A TRUCE Weiss unlocked and threw open the office door, and a moment later returned with a tall, grey-headed man, with closely cropped beard and gold-rimmed eyeglasses.

He shook hands with Vine warmly, and nodded to Littleson.
"What, you here in the lion's den, Vine ?" he remarked, smiling.

"Be careful or they will eat you up." Vine smiled.
"I am not afraid," he said, "especially now that you are here to support me." "Mr.Vine," Weiss said, "shows himself possessed of our natural quality, audacity.

He is here, I frankly believe, to pick up damaging information against us, for use the next time he issues his thunders.

We have been led into an interesting discussion, and we have a point to refer to you." John Drayton sat down and accepted the cigar which Weiss passed him.
"Sure," he said, "I'll be very pleased to join in; but you are a rash man, Weiss, to refer to me, for you know very well my sympathies are with Mr.Vine here.