"Thirty."
"Make it fifty."
"Done!"
"Cash!"
Velikof went to the dresser drawer and took out a sheaf of bills. He counted off fifty of them and handed them to Newton. "Now get out!" he snapped.
"Oh, come now, let's be friends."
"So that he can see my machine and copy it? No!"
"Come on, Mangler. Let's go."
Newton led Mangler from the room. The elevator that came for them also dropped six policemen who hurried up the hall. They were rapping on the door as the elevator door closed.
"You're an imbecile," snapped Mangler. "I know what you're thinking; that I could reproduce that machine. But I can't. I can't. And you've sold it back for a measly fifty thousand. You're an imbecile. It's worth millions."