I'm out for something a little more than that." "Stick to the point," Fenn enjoined morosely.

"Now they've found out who Julian Orden is, they want him produced.

They want to elect him on the Council, make him chairman over all our heads, let him reap the reward of the scheme which our brains have conceived." "They want him, eh?
That's awkward." "Awkward for us," Fenn muttered.
"They'd better have him, I suppose," Bright said, with slow and evil emphasis.

"Yes, they'd better have him.

We'll take off our hats, and assure him that it was a mistake." "Too late.