"So I noticed," Tom said. "For a while I thought you were serious."
"Well, we found out how high they'd go. That's a very generous outfit Mr. Tawney works for."
"Or else a very crooked one," Tom said. "Are you wondering the same thing I'm wondering?"
"Yes," Greg said slowly. "I think I am."
"Then that makes three of us," a heavy voice rumbled from the bedroom door.
Johnny Coombs was a tall man, so thin he was almost gangling, with a long nose and shaggy eyebrows jutting out over his eyes. With his rudely cropped hair and his huge hands, he looked like a caricature of a frontier Mars-farmer, but the blue eyes under the eyebrows were not dull.
"Johnny!" Tom cried. "We were trying to find you."
"I know," Johnny said. "So have a lot of other people, includin' your friends there."
"Well, did you hear what Tawney wanted?"