"How much will you give me out of the sweep?"
"Nothing," was the unexpected answer.
Bellshaw flared up again, swore roundly, talked fast and furiously, all to no purpose. Leigh sat immovable, lit a cigar and waited until he was exhausted.
"Would you like to hear my proposition?" asked Glen calmly.
"Not if it doesn't refer to sweep money."
"You'd better, for your own sake. It's rather important to you," said Glen.
"Nothing you have to say, outside the matter at issue, can interest me," returned Bellshaw.
Glen smiled at him. It was the most irritating thing he could do.
"I shall sit here until you listen to what I have to say," he said.
His manner was determined. He looked stubborn, and was more than a match for Craig Bellshaw, as far as strength went. He got up and locked the door, putting the key in his pocket.