“When does the agreement expire?”
“First o’ January,” was the reply.
“Going to renew it?”
“So far’s I know. Why?”
Lamar did not answer the question, but he asked another one.
“Do you know how much the company’s going to clean up in net profits this year?”
“No; I ain’t heard.”
“Well, I have. It’ll run close to two hundred thousand. Malleson and his family get the lion’s share of it.”
“I s’pose so. They’re the biggest stockholders.”
“Do you think you fellows that work there are getting what you’re entitled to out of the earnings of that concern?”