“Mike,” he said, “I want to see you alone for a few minutes.”
“What is it, Bull?”
“Something that will interest you.”
The two men adjourned to a small room that was partitioned off one corner of the dive. There they seated themselves.
“First of all,” said Bull, “I want to ask you a question.”
“Drive ahead.”
“Do you consider me a friend of yours?”
“Why, certainly.”
“I was never known to blab, was I?”
“I’ve always heard you spoken of as a square man, and I so consider you myself. What are you trying to get at?”