“Long enough to give me a retainer,” chuckled Gillman.
“How much of a retainer do you want?”
“Five hundred. After that, and before these capitalists turn over their good money, I want forty-five hundred more.”
“That’s big pay for fifteen minutes’ work.”
“It’s no pay at all for the risk I run.”
“Well, well, never mind. Here’s your five hundred.”
“Thanks. And the cigarettes?”
“Here; two boxes of them.”
“Heavens, man! How many do you expect me to smoke during that fifteen minutes?”
“As many as you can. The more the better.”