"He's selling the stock because he was disgusted that you and Wallaby are in a deal together," Byron said. "He predicts that you're going to buy them in less than a year, and he doesn't want any of his money going to that. Nothing personal, Billy. It's Locke he's angry with."
Touche, William thought, ironically pleased that Jones's speculation was right on target. He dabbed his forehead with a fresh tissue. "Byron, I'd like to make a proposition."
"Shoot."
"I'd like to have a look at what you are working on. When you are ready, of course."
"Hmm. I like that idea, Billy, but I don't know if Petey would feel the same way."
"Byron, listen to me," William plunged on, pulling out all stops.
"The Wallaby announcement is meant as a temporary solution. We
want to come out with our own system that will do everything the
Joey can, but more."
"Billy, you don't sound so good. Are you all right?"
"No, Byron. I'm not. I'm asking you for a favor, from one old friend to another. Let me have a look at what you're working on."
"Well, since you put it that way, let me see what I can do. I think I can get Petey to agree to let you have a peek."
"When?"