“So, so. They live in a handsome house I suppose?”
“A regular palace, corner of Fifth Avenue and ⸻”
“All his?”
“Nobody’s else I reckon.”
“Sports horses and carriage I suppose?”
“Of course.”
“Yacht, opera box?”
“No reason why he shouldn’t.”
“What is his salary?”
“A nominal sum, five or ten thousand perhaps.”
“Owns good share of the bank’s stock I presume?”
“Enough to control it.”
“Below par though?”
“A trifle, going up, however.”
“And don’t speculate?”
The way this man drawled his words was excessively disagreeable.
“Not that anyone knows of. He’s made his fortune and now asks only to enjoy it.”
The man from the West strutted back and looked at his companion knowingly. “What do you think of my judgment, Stadler?”