Sampson appeared disturbed; he sat stroking his mustache; his brow was clouded.

Wright's face seemed darker, more sullen, yet lighted by some indomitable resolve.
"We'll settle both deals to-night," Wright was saying.

"That's what I came for.

That's why I've asked Snecker and Blome to be here." "But suppose I don't choose to talk here ?" protested Sampson impatiently.

"I never before made my house a place to--" "We've waited long enough.