“How much stock do you have at the present time in your own name in the company of which you’re president?”
“That’s none of your damn business.”
“Did any substantial part of that fifty thousand dollars go into the corporation’s treasury?”
“That also is none of your business. I don’t have to answer your questions.”
“That’s right,” Mason agreed affably, “you don’t,” and once more devoted his attention to the cigarette smoke which eddied upward from the tip of his cigarette. “As I understand what happened, you’d be foolish if you did.”
Ganten and Loftus exchanged glances.
“Well,” Bolus asked, “are you standing with me in this thing, or are you against me?”
“We’re not against you,” Loftus said hastily.
“What my client means,” Ganten corrected, “is that in many respects our interests are in common. That is, it’s to the interest of both of us to show that Tidings was alive when the deal was completed.”
“Do you mean to say that if he was dead when the stock was actually turned over and the cash was passed, you can come back on me?”