In the pause, Mitzie's eyes grew bright. She looked at her companions. "Why don't we take him up on it?" she said lightly but not casually. "I mean, about Fun Incorporated. It sounds exciting.
"Why don't we?" Mitzie repeated after a moment.
Carstairs, Llewellyn and Buck sat there as coolly and as contemptuous of any challenge as when Phil had first seen them. Yet there was a difference.
"Of course, it's risky," Phil cut in. "Moe Brimstine's boys have orthos."
"What do you know about orthos?" Carstairs demanded hungrily.
Phil shrugged. "They're blue and they sizzle," he said. "I got shot at with one earlier tonight."
"Why don't we, I'm asking?" Mitzie pressed.
"I asked Juno and Jack Jones to help me," Phil put in. "You know, the wrestlers. But they decided not to."
Still no one answered Mitzie's question. "Well, I guess that's it," she said with a triumphant smile, turning away from the table. "Come on, Phil."
They had taken three steps when Carstairs began to chuckle quietly. Phil might have kept going, but Mitzie turned back with a carefully repressed eagerness that Phil resented.