“What do I get out of all this?” he asked, squinting his eye at his companion. “I must know this.”
“Oh, you’ll have enough. Don’t fear.”
“Then, tell me now,” said Nathans.
“Five thousand.”
“Five thousand?” ejaculated the broker. “Do all the dirty work for you and get a paltry five thousand out of a clean two million? You must think that I am a fool. I’ve loaned you more than that in clean cold cash.”
“Of course, I understand that I should return that also.” The broker walked away.
“I want nothing to do with your scheme.”
“Then, tell me what you do want,” said George almost pleadingly.
“Half.”
“Half! My heavens, man, that is a fortune.”