For a moment he stood thinking, while Herzog eyed him with trepidation, and Waldron, almost forgetting to smoke, waited developments with interest.

The Billionaire, however, wasted but scant time in consideration.

It was not money now, he lusted for, but power.

Money was, to him, no longer any great desideratum.

At most, it could now mean no more to him than a figure on a check-book or a page of statistics in his private memoranda.