“After paying the manager and assistants, and the rent for the offices, I have three thousand dollars and a few odd hundreds,” announced Powers, consulting a small notebook.
“Well, I’ll take a thousand of it. I’m tired of having no money. It’s all very well to live in a fine house, but I want some cash.”
“You have everything you want here,” snapped Louden Powers. “Plenty of the best kind of food, wines, motor cars, servants, and everything else a man could want. What are you bothering about money for?”
“None of your business, Louden, what I want it for. Are you going to hand over that thousand?”
“You may as well,” put in Andrew Lampton. “If you have three thousand clear, each of us is entitled to a thousand. The odd hundreds you can throw back into the treasury. We may want another dividend before this matter is all straightened out. I begin to doubt whether Howard Milmarsh ever will come into his own.”
“I don’t doubt it,” whispered Carter significantly to Chick.
CHAPTER XXV.
DOUBTS.
There was more squabbling over the division of the booty, and much more champagne was disposed of before an agreement was reached. But at last, with a grudging look, Louden Powers brought out a leather wallet and slowly counted out ten hundred-dollar bills to each of his companions.