"Tell that oaf to turn around and go back."
Garry sighed again and shook his head. "He won't, Mr. Haworth." The
flyer was arching through a dark swirling cumulus layer, still gaining
speed.
H.D.'s jaw set hard. He gritted his words.
"I don't know just what this is," he said slowly, "but I know this. You
won't get away with it. Nobody fools with me. I'll break you and that
great goon of a great-great-grandson. Money still counts here--that
woman said so."
"Yes."
"Yes. I suppose you know to whom the Haworth Trust reverts now?"
"To you, Mr. Haworth."
"Yes. And that means I'm one of the richest men in the world again."
"No, sir."