He looked at me then as though he was studying something under a microscope. “Go ahead.”
“That’s all.”
He unlaced his fingers and drummed with them on the edge of the desk. “What’s your plan of operation?”
“I’m going to put some good salesmen in the field. I’m going to arouse interest in the oil possibilities of this land.”
“You don’t own it?”
“No.”
“Even if I could beat the Blue Sky Act and get you the chance to sell the securities, I couldn’t keep you out of jail on a charge of getting money under false representations.”
“I’ll take care of that end.”
“How?”
“That’s my secret. I want you to beat the Blue Sky Law so I can have something to deliver when I call for the dough. That’s all you need to do.”