“Of course,” Ganten said, “if the transaction was void for any reason, then we’d want to see that you had the stock back and that the money was returned to the proper person.”
“Why?”
“Well, because we acted as brokers, and in the highest good faith… I think you should answer Mr. Mason’s question about what happened to that money and assure him that the sale was of treasury stock.”
“I don’t have to assure anyone of anything,” Bolus said. “You wanted fifty thousand dollars’ worth of stock. You got it. I got the money.”
“You individually?” Mason asked. “Or as president of the corporation?”
“I don’t like your damned insinuations,” Bolus said.
“There’s one way of preventing a repetition of them,” Mason pointed out. “Simply answer the question.”
“I think it would be perfectly in order for you to answer Mr. Mason’s question,” Ganten said.
“Well, I don’t,” Bolus snapped.
Loftus stroked the angle of his chin. His eyes shifted from his attorney to the president of the Western Prospecting Company, then over to Mason, and were hastily averted.