"What I have done has been so little, so terribly, pitiably little, compared to what _needs_ to be done! And then remember, too, that in and through all, this thought has run, like the red thread through every cable of the British navy--the thought that in my every activity, I am working against my own father, combatting him, being as it were a traitor and--" "Traitor ?" exclaimed the man.

"Never! The bond between you two is forever broken.

You recognize in him, now, an enemy of all mankind.
Waldron is another.

So is every one of the Air Trust group--that is to say, the small handful of men who today own the whole world and everything in it.
"Your father, as President of that world-corporation which potentially controls two thousand millions of human beings--and which will, tomorrow, absolutely control them, is no longer any father of yours.
"He is a world-emperor, and his few associates are princes of the royal house.

Your life and thought have forever broken with him.