We could issue stock, you know.

Each would take a certain number of shares--paying you for them, of course, and leaving you in possession of a large block of it--say--forty per cent.

We could organize, elect officers----" "An' freeze me out," smiled Sanderson.
Maison sat erect and gazed haughtily at his visitor.
"No one has ever questioned my honesty," he declared.
Sanderson smiled at him.

"Nor I don't.

But I want to play her a lone hand." "I am afraid I wouldn't be interested in that sort of project," said Maison.
The thought that Maison _would_ be interested--not publicly, but privately--made Sanderson grin.