There was Stephen Weiss, the head of a great trust, long, lean, with inscrutable face, and eyes hidden behind thick spectacles; Higgins, who virtually controlled a great railway system; Littleson and Bardsley, millionaires both, and politicians.

It was a gathering of men of almost limitless power; men who, according to some of the papers, lived with their hands upon their country's throat.

Littleson leaned over and spoke to her not unkindly.
"I am sure," he said, "that your uncle has made a wise choice.

There are some secrets too great to be in one man's charge alone, and besides--" Phineas Duge lifted his hand.
"Never mind the rest," he said.

"I have not explained those circumstances as yet to my niece.