For Sadie Badger now straightened up in her chair and replied, smiling a bit scornfully:
“You seem to be a wise gazabo, Mr. Goulard.”
“I know what I’m talking about, all right,” Nick informed her.
“You sure are some wise gink,” nodded Sadie sarcastically. “If you know all this and have got things as finely fixed as you say, why have you come here to spiel with me about it? You really think that our gang put up a job on you, do you?”
“I don’t think,” snapped Nick; “I know you did.”
“And we’re not going to get fat from it, eh?”
“No, you’re not—barring you come to terms with me.”
“What terms do you mean, Mr. Goulard?”
“I want a fair share of the plunder.”
“What plunder is that?” asked Sadie coldly.