He smiled an evil smile as he contemplated Mr.Harley's attempts to mock his signature.
"He loses twenty thousand," commented Storri, "and that should more than offset those seven thousand lost by me when he refused to protect my deals.

As for these," and here Storri ran a dark, exultant glance over his imitated signatures, "every one of them makes a reason why my good friend, Mr.Harley, must now please me and obey me in everything he does.

After all, is it a destiny beneath his jowlish fat deserts, that an American pig should become slave to a Russian noble ?".