Ike's weazel-like eyes glowed.
"Suppose you have? Then I can steer you up against a real investment of the A1 class."
Ralph looked quizzically incredulous.
"I can," persisted Ike Slump. "You want to get in here to work, don't you? Well, you can't make it."
"Why can't I?"
"Without my help--I can give you that help. You give me a dollar, and I'll give you a tip."
"What kind of a tip?"
"About a vacancy."
"Is there going to be one?"
"There is, I can tell you when, and I can give you first chance on the game, and deliver the goods."