Between his teeth was the inevitable long black cigar and when he raised his eyes to the light a close observer might have remarked that they were sea-green, a colour they assumed when the man of millions was absorbed in scheming new business deals.

Every now and then he stopped reading the papers to make quick calculations on scraps of paper.

Then if the result pleased him, a smile overspread his saturnine features.

He rose from his chair and nervously paced the floor as he always did when thinking deeply.
"Five millions," he muttered, "not a cent more.

If they won't sell we'll crush them--" Mr.Bagley entered.