Mason got to his feet.
Bolus said genially, “Come, come, boys. What’s all this?”
Loftus said, “Mason contends that Tidings was dead when we closed the deal on that stock. It’s in the morning papers.”
For a moment there was silence in the room, then Bolus turned to Ganten. “Well, Mr. Ganten,” he said, “as attorney for Loftus & Cale, you can take care of our interests in the matter. Personally, I’m not going to concern myself with legal technicalities.”
Loftus said raspingly, “Just a minute, Ganten. Are we apt to tie our hands doing that? You heard what Mason said.”
Ganten said cautiously, “Well, perhaps it would be better, under the circumstances, for Mr. Bolus to consult his own counsel.”
Bolus said, “Come, come, Loftus. You’re not going to let Mason’s goofy ideas interfere with our cordial relationship, are you?”
“Where’s that fifty thousand dollars?” Loftus asked.
Bolus tugged at his ear. “Well now,” he said, “let’s find out just where we stand before I start making statements to you. Do you consider there’s any possibility you folks might try to go after that fifty thousand dollars?”
Mason said, “Of course, they’re going after it.”