“Ah—Mr. Weiss. Ask him in,” he said when he had glanced at the name.
“Will you see him while this gentleman is here?” Foster asked quickly.
“Yes,” Gaunt rejoined curtly, and then turned to Drake.
“I think this will be the first example of what I shall have to put up with. Listen to what we say, and Weiss will probably make things clear to you. I had better warn you that personally I come out of this business rather badly,” he wound up with a grim smile.
Weiss entered, and his face bore an affable smile.
“Well, Mr. Gaunt, I think we’ve done pretty fair out of that deal. What price did you get?” he asked.
“It’s no use beating about the bush, Weiss, but I don’t think you are going to get one penny piece out of the Amanti profits. It all depends upon this gentleman’s decision when he has heard the facts,” Gaunt said pleasantly.
Weiss started to his feet, his face ablaze with indignation and fear.
“I don’t know anything about this gentleman. I know I want a check, and I’m going to have it, unless you’ve turned thief,” he cried furiously.
“Listen to me and I will explain,” Gaunt answered suavely, and he exchanged a significant look with Drake.