Macnooder took off the glasses and minutely polished them with his handkerchief.
"You've formed a company, eh?"
"The Third Triumvirate—the three of us."
"Well, where do I come in?"
"You're to be our foreign representative."
"Commission ten per cent," added Finnegan carefully.
The Tennessee Shad said nothing, waiting expectantly. Macnooder rose whistling through his teeth and stood gazing down at the alarm clock.
"Foreign representative, commission ten per cent," he said softly.
"We thought we'd give you first whack at it," said Stover in a careless, business-like way.
"So. What's your idea of developing it?"