“Yes, calm yourself, my covey,” cabby repeated with a chuckle.
Rich bit the ends of his mustache and glared. He was making a desperate effort to keep calm. A silence followed.
Cabby kept his eyes on Rich.
When he saw that Simeon was not going to speak he said:
“Let us get down to business, Rich. There is no use of trying to bluff me. I’m too old a bird to stand any kind of a jolly.
“I can read your character, and you ought to be able to read mine.
“If I should go to the police with the information which I possess, you know they would come down on you heavily.”
“Wait one moment.”
“Let me finish.
“I have no desire to injure you if you treat me halfway decently.