"Your share—that's more like it. Now we know!" the gangster grinned ironically.
"Your answer?"
Again the gangster became cautious.
"I'll have to put it to my bunch—just a few—my 'trusty lieutenants,'" he said. "They'll be the bed-rock o' the whole show, y'see, if it comes off at all."
"All right. There's no hurry," Welland declared. "I'll wait for your answer if you can give it inside twenty-four hours."
"That's all right. I'll do it."
"Good. Remember—no mentioning my name."
"Trust me. I'll be mum as a clam."
Both men were silent. Then, suddenly, the gangster spoke again.
"Say, that's a great idea!" he exclaimed. "You're a real smart kid."