But to his amazement Sypher listened smilingly to his story of disaster, and ordered a bottle of champagne.
"All that is nothing!" he cried.

"A flea bite in the ocean.

It will right itself as the public realize how they are being taken in by these American and German impostors.

The Cure can't fail.

And let me tell you, Dennymede, my son, the Cure is going to flourish as it has never flourished before.
I've got a scheme that will take your breath away." The glow of inspiration in Sypher's blue eyes and the triumph written on his resolute face brought the features of the worried traveler for the first time into an expression of normal satisfaction with the world.
"I will stagger you to your commercial depths, my boy," Sypher continued.
"Have a drink first before I tell you." He raised his champagne glass.