“You’d have to own the land.”
“I’ll have an oil lease on it.”
He chuckled again. “Well,” he said, “I don’t make a practice of handling such things.”
“I know.”
“When would you want to start operations?”
“Within thirty days.”
He dropped the mask. His eyes were hard and avaricious. He said, “My fee is ten per cent of the take.”
I thought that over a while. “Seven and a half,” I suggested.
“Don’t make me laugh. It’s ten.”
“All right.”