Ann smiled triumphantly. "Good for you! He deserved it. Imagine running a commercial kidnaping enterprise! And now we can ride home, can't we?"
Jeff, beginning to enjoy himself, shook his head. "Not just yet. First I've got a date with Mr. Bullen."
When they rapped on Bullen's door, Kersey welcomed them with an amused smile.
"We thought you would be back," he purred. "Where is Snader?"
Jeff brushed past him to the drawing room, where Bullen sat by the window.
"I've decided to help you, Bullen," Jeff said.
Bullen nodded his big head. "Naturally."
"But I name my own price. What do you pay Kersey?"
Bullen looked up with a grim smile. "Fifty thousand a year. I wonder now if he worths it."
"What's that? Dollars?"