Haggard, thin, snow-white at the temples with the light in his eyes almost extinct, the very precision and freshness of linen and clothing brutally accentuated the ravaged features.
"What questions ?" demanded Dysart, still standing, and without any emotion whatever in either voice or manner.
"The first is this: are you in communication with my father concerning mining stock known as Yo Espero ?" "I am." "Is my father involved in any business transactions in which you figure, or have figured ?" "There are some.

Yes." "Is the Cascade Development and Securities Co.

one of them ?" "Yes, it is." Duane's lips were dry with fear; he swallowed, controlled the rising anger that began to twitch at his throat, and went on in a low, quiet voice: "Is this man--Moebus--connected with any of these transactions in which you and--and my father are interested ?" "Yes." "Is Klawber ?" "Max Moebus, Emanuel Klawber, James Skelton, and Amos Flack are interested.

Is that what you want to know ?" Duane looked at him, stunned.

Dysart stepped nearer, speaking almost in a whisper: "Well, what about it?
Once I warned you to keep your damned nose out of my personal affairs----" "I make some of them mine!" said Duane sharply; "when crooks get hold of an honest man, every citizen is a policeman!" Dysart, face convulsed with fury, seized his arm in a vicelike grip: "Will you keep your cursed mouth shut!" he breathed.