“I’m fine, Lee — how are you?” Kells grinned.
“Terrible — terrible! I can’t stand this kind of thing.” Fenner sat down.
“Maybe you’d better take a trip, after all.” Kells smiled faintly, picked up the revolver. “Things are going to be more in the open from now on, I guess — I’ll have to carry a gun.” He looked down at the revolver.
“By God, I’ll get a permit for a change,” he said: “Can you fix that up?”
Fenner nodded wearily. “I guess so.”
“And Lee, we made a deal tonight — I mean early — the twenty-five grand, you know. I’m going to handle the stuff, of course; but in the interests of my client, Miss Granquist, I’ll have to consummate the sale.”
Fenner looked at the floor.
“A check’ll be all right.”
Fenner nodded. “I’ll go in and make it out,” he said. “Then I’ll have to say goodnight — I’m all in.”
“That’ll be all right.”