“Who is to be in it besides you?”
“Oh, you know; the same old crowd.”
“Oh, I know,” mimicked Mr. Sharpe, scornfully, “the same old crowd. You ought to have come to me before; it will take something to overcome your own reputations. How much will each take?”
“We’ll fix that O. K. if you take hold,” answered Greenbaum, laughingly. “We’ve got over 100,000 shares and we’d rather some one else held some of it. We ain’t hogs. Ha! Ha!”
“But, the distillers?”
“They are in the pool. I’ve got most of their stock in my office. I’ll see that it does not come out until I say so.”
There was a pause. Between Sharpe’s eyebrows were two deep lines. At length, he said:
“Bring your friends here, this afternoon. Good-by, Greenbaum. And, I say, Greenbaum.”
“Yes?”
“No funny tricks at any stage of the game.”