"Leave everything to me.
You'll see, it will all come right, in the end." "Tiger" shook his hand, cordially.
"I haven't words to thank you!" he exclaimed, with as much emotion as he could simulate from a perfectly cold heart and calculating soul.
"Don't try to," the Billionaire replied, with seeming benevolence.

"All the thanks I want, Wally, is to patch up this little difficulty and reunite two--that is--two loving, sympathetic hearts!" "You old hypocrite!" Waldron thought, eyeing him.

"All _you_ want of me, if anything, is to keep me as your partner, because you know you're growing old and losing your grip, and I'm still in the game with all four claws! Paternal philanthropist _you_ are--I don't think!" Wally was dead right.
"I can't lose this man," the Billionaire was thinking.

"Whether or no, Kate has got to marry him.

This Air Trust business demands a strong, a quick, a perfectly unscrupulous hand.