Dan straightened himself with dignity, but before he could speak Thatcher laughed, and fanned the smoke of his cigar away with his hands.
"Don't get hot.

That was not a fair question; I know it.

I guess Bassett has his ideals just like the rest of us.

I suppose I've got some, too, though I'd be embarrassed if you asked me to name 'em.

I suppose"-- and he narrowed his eyes--"I suppose Mort not only has his ideals but his ambitions.