He shook his head and smiled.
"You'll meet at lunch a weird combination," he explained. "Nobody else
needs to know, but I'll tell you." He lowered his voice, while
Bonbright discreetly occupied himself at the filing cabinets. "They're
Tampico oil folk. Samuels himself, President of the Nacisco; and
Wishaar, the big inside man of the Pearson-Brooks crowd--the chap that
engineered the purchase of the East Coast railroad and the Tiuana
Central when they tried to put the Nacisco out of business; and
Matthewson--he's the _hi-yu-skookum_ big chief this side the
Atlantic of the Palmerston interests--you know, the English crowd that
fought the Nacisco and the Pearson-Brooks bunch so hard; and, oh,
there'll be several others. It shows you that things are rickety down
Mexico way when such a bunch stops scrapping and gets together.
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