"How about having six of the Big Boys there?"
"No! All on my list or none."
"Your list?"
"Certainly! I am not sure that it is absolutely correct, but it satisfies me."
"Let me see it."
"No reason why you should not."
The Old Man took the paper that was handed to him. It was no casual glance, he gave the names. At last he handed it back to the little man with the casual comment:
"I suppose that is not all you know about my organization?"
"I suppose not. Why not be sensible about this, Mr. Consuelo? If we fight, we will simply kill each other, but if we become allies who can stop us? But I must be sure of you, and the only way I can be sure is to have you talk to your men, and then let me talk to them. We can have the meeting at night in my offices, you know where, top floor of the Empire Trust. No one need be any the wiser. Half an hour, and all the men can go back with the money in their pockets and the orders in their brains."
"O.K. When shall we meet?"