"Sure, sure, let's can the bunko and get down to cases."
"You have been summoned here ..." began the same Commissioner, and Charlie Jingle waved his fingers again.
"But I ain't gonna anyway," said Charlie Jingle. The Commissioners stirred, cleared their throats, slid their bottoms with unease on their chairs.
"You understand," said the Commissioner, "that your license may be revoked if you insist on being uncooperative?"
"Sure," said Charlie Jingle. "I understand."
A bulky man, who had been standing at a window with his back to the seated members of the Commission while they talked with Charlie, turned to face them. A man with a heavy, grey face that had no humor in it. Charlie Jingle watched him slowly cross to the table and recognized him as Commissioner Jergen, head of the Fight Commission.
"Jingle," said the man in a dry voice, "I'm going to make an example of you if you don't come across. I'm going to smear your name from coast to coast. I'm going to blackball you so hard you won't get a job anyplace, at anything! Get the message?"
Charlie Jingle got up from his chair and walked to the door. "This the way out?" he asked.
"Hold on!" roared Commissioner Jergen, and Charlie Jingle stopped with his hand on the knob, looking back with polite inquisitiveness at him.
"You goddam people think you can pull quick deals on the Public and on the Fight Commission. I'm here to prove you can't!"