A frown creased his hard brow; and, as he pondered, something of the glitter of a snake seemed reflected in his pupils.
"Not enough," he muttered, harshly.

"It's not enough--there must be more, more, more! Some way must be found.

Must be, and shall be!" The sunlight of early spring, glad and warm over Manhattan, brought no message of cheer to the Billionaire.

It bore no news of peace and joy to him.

Its very brightness, as it flooded the metropolis and mellowed his luxurious inner office, seemed to offend the master of the world.