"You don't need to go into theories and generalizations," said he testily. "We've had enough of that from him. We are both practical. You simply get that man and bring him back into the fold, that's all! Do your share."
V
"My share? It's easy, isn't it?" She smiled at him again annoyingly.
"But you can do it?"
"Yes, I can do it. But I can't evade the truth I just told you. I'd have to pay. You'd have to pay."
"We're beggars, and can't choose," said John Rawn savagely. "Besides, there's no harm done—I'm not asking you to do anything improper, anything to compromise yourself—but get him, that's all! And when we've got him in hand—when I know what I want to know—I'll wring him dry and throw him on the scrap heap. That's what I'll do with him!"
"Yes, I think you would," she said.
"It's the only right thing to do," Rawn fumed. "He'll get what's coming to him. He's been throwing down his one best friend."
"Are there any best friends in business, Mr. Rawn?" she asked.
"Of course there are. Haven't I been a friend to him; haven't I got a lot of friends of my own?"