There was no friend whose fate was part of his own.

There was the Boss Doctor: but Rockwell was tied to his own responsibilities, and he could not give up, of course, would not give up his life to the schemes of another.

There were a dozen men whom he had helped to forge ahead by his own schemes, but their destinies were not linked with his.

Only one whose life was linked with his could be trusted to be his eyes, to be the true reporter of all he did, had done, or planned to do.

Only one who loved him.
But even one who loved him could not carry through his incompleted work against the assaults of his enemies, who were powerful, watchful, astute, and merciless; who had a greed which set money higher than all else in the world.