"Possibly."
He went out. About a half hour later he returned, looking downcast and sullen. He was silent for some minutes, and then said, as if addressing himself: "That nigga's crazy."
"Who's crazy?" Sidney inquired, looking up.
"That nigga lawyer."
"How do you figure that out?"
"I went in there, and spoke to him in regard to the divorce, and what do you think he wants for getting me one?"
"I haven't the faintest idea."
"Fifty dollars! What do you think of that for highway robbery?"
"Perhaps your case is a bit more complicated than the average, and, therefore, justifies a larger fee," Wyeth suggested.
"Aw, that what he said, too, but he's a blood sucker. He can't gouge me."