You were merciful to mine.

I'll do what I can for you." He swallowed half of what remained in his iced glass, set it back on the table with fastidious precision: "The worst that can happen to your father is to lose control of the Yo Espero property.

I think he is going to lose it.

They've crowded me out.
If I could have endured the strain I'd have stood by your father--for what you did for mine....

But I couldn't, Mallett." He moistened his lips again; leaned forward: "I think I know one thing about you, anyway; and I'm not afraid you'd ever use any words of mine against me----" "Don't say them!" retorted Duane sharply.
But Dysart went on: "You have no respect for me.