And both men climbed back into the closed car.
"You never can tell what ears are primed for news," said Waldron.
"Better take no chances." "Before long, we can throw away all subterfuge," the Billionaire replied as he shut the door.

"But for now, well, you're correct.

Once our grasp tightens on the windpipe of the world, we're safe.

From our office in Wall Street you and I can play the keys of the world-machine as an organist would finger his instrument.

But there must be no leak; no publicity; no suspicion aroused.