the vehemence of his gesticulation. He was an energetic right-and-left-hand talker.
"The more you give 'em the more they want!" he complained. "There's no pleasing 'em! It isn't only in my business. There's your father, Mrs. Moffam!"
"Good God! Where?" said Archie, starting.
"I say, take your father's case. He's doing all he knows to get this new hotel of his finished, and what happens? A man gets fired for loafing on his job, and Connolly calls a strike. And the building operations are held up till the thing's settled! It isn't right!"
"It's a great shame," agreed Lucille. "I was reading about it in the paper this morning."
"That man Connolly's a tough guy. You'd think, being a personal friend of your father, he would"
"I didn't know they were friends."
"Been friends for years. But a lot of difference that makes. Out come the men just the same. It isn't right! I was saying it wasn't right!" repeated Mr. Blumenthal to Archie, for he was a man who liked the attention of every member of his audience.
Archie did not reply. He was staring glassily across the room at two men who had just come in. One was a large, stout, square-faced man of commanding personality. The other was Mr. Daniel Brewster.
Mr. Blumenthal followed his gaze.
"Why, there is Connolly coming in now!"
"Father!" gasped Lucille.
Her eyes met Archie's. Archie took a hasty drink of ice-water.
"This," he murmured, "has torn it!"
"Archie, you must do something!"
